White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA
White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Winter Trees, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

I don't normally think of this area as having twisted, gnarled trees but, looking closely I find quite a few.

Half clad in snow makes them look even better.

They create a slightly spooky feel.

And yes, it is as cold as it looks.


  1. Hi Joe

    Fantastic blog… thanks for sharing it...and thank you for sharing you. That said I have been meaning to write…sort of embarrassed that I have not before now.

    I came upon your blog about three years ago…it quickly became my “go to place” to find a bit of sanity…In other words your blog is the first; information I read in the mornings… I’m in California…thank goodness most times your daily post is waiting for me…when it’s not…I find myself sometimes saying silently...sometime verbally: “come on Joe…where are you.” LOL

    That said: I loved watching Ian grow into a fine your man…got to read the story of how he came to love birds so much. I love Amy’s Garden’….and always love traveling with the two of you...especially loved traveling with the two of you on your European trip last year. Many places you visited…I would google and learn more about the town, building etc. What a wonderful life the two, (three) of you have and share.

    Joe you made many great points about being retired. Most notably ‘from dawn to dusk’ the day is yours to do with what you will. I’m attempting to get to another point and that is you often mention age…and how old you are getting and nearing death, etc. Don’t give nourishment to those ideas…let them be…what will be will be…and know too that what you think about you bring about. Just remember…we come in and we go out…come in…go out…ebb and flow.

    That is until one day when we tire of the spirit being just in physical form… we like Plato puts it so elegantly: Plato *quote*
    The soul takes flight to the world that is eternal… invisible. But there arriving she is sure of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise.

    So please speak no more of death… as you are just now entering your second childhood. :)

    Not one of your readers want to give a thought to you not being here to share with us what makes you happy…and subsequently, us.

    Sandra...the 'Arrow Keeper' in California

    1. Sandra, what a kind reply - thank you. It gives me pleasure to know that you enjoy following along. Thank you so much.