Day seventeen: The dinghy had been dragged up on the shore and left there. No one knew to whom it belonged. + + +
Tag: nautical
Day Four: Salt and sea were in his blood, and old traditions are sluggish to die.
A cluster of buoys
A coconut pirate
A lighthouse perched along a rocky shore
An anchor lay rusting among rocks and ferns
An anchor lay rusting among the rocks and ferns. The story continues, but releases very few of its secrets. I originally saw this near the saltbox house somewhere; maybe round back or on the far side of the porch. Maybe at the end of the narrow dirt and gravel driveway approaching from the main road.… Continue reading An anchor lay rusting among rocks and ferns