This setting just screams classic New England to me - a rocky promontory, weathered gray cedar shingles, and a sapphire blue ocean. It's near Manomet Point at White Horse Beach.
Dad and daughter return home after an afternoon together at the beach. So who invented the handle anyway? Did he/she get a patent? Is the handle as important an invention as the wheel? The lever? The printing press? The computer? Indoor plumbing? Never mind........
The normally pasty white skin of New England Caucasians by this point in August finally has taken on the hint of warm bronze sun tones - just in time to start covering up again for the cooling season ahead.
The dinner plate hibiscus makes its final appearance for the season.
You may think that these Brown-eyed Susans are just plain old flowers - you would be wrong....
They are entirely something else: they hide the little flower people. Some may look and think that this is just a droopy flower past its prime but I say NO, it is instead for those who can see, the little people of the flowers revealing themselves to serious seekers.
Right now this is a sand fence, it helps stabilize the plant growth on the dunes - soon enough it will serve its other purpose - as a snow fence to keep drifts off the road.
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