8-6-14 69th Anniversary

The sheep’s in the meadow
The cow’s in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
You’ll laugh at the moon and you’ll cry for the sun
And if it’s a boy he’ll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle

And if it should be that this baby’s a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn’t curl
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
A shadow above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle

The crow on the cradle
The black on the white
Somebody’s baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white on the black
Somebody’s baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle

Bring me my gun and I’ll shoot
That bird dead
That’s what your mother and
Father once said
A crow on the cradle what can we do
This is the thing I must leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle

Sydney Carter


Today is the 69th anniversary of the dropping of the Atomic Bomb on Hiroshima

8-5-14 Oyster Farming – Low Tide Blackfish Creek






Not all creatures care…



The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.

Lewis Carroll

5-2-14 Almost Off The Grid


I am on the road on some family business in places that have no internet access. We own
one of these portable devices that allows you to get online basically anywhere but I forgot it at home. I don’t actually think I forgot. I think I wanted to disconnect for a day or two.
As you can see I can get online with my phone but it is bizarrely slow so no blog reading for me. I will catch up with you all soon.
Meanwhile I have to say, it doesn’t matter what brings me here. As long as I can get to the water for an hour.




7-24-13 Where I Am Not

Boro Walk

I can’t remember a year in the past 25 where we have gone so far into the summer without visiting Wellfleet even once…This is Blackfish Creek at low tide.

Boro Walk

Highland Light in North Truro. I was trying for an Edward Hopper look here.