This Radio Flyer wagon isn't made completely of metal like they were in my youth but, it is still apparently the wagon of choice for hauling kids and stuff to the beach....
....but it won't roll down the steps very well.
Bands of color and texture.
This quartet of young men (and one trusty dog) swam out to this mostly submerged rock in the bay. Why? - because it was there - (and testosterone is a powerful thing).
An unpaved road in Manomet. Although a walk can follow many different routes, I usually try to follow the same one - I enjoy observing the slow changes that occur over time. It's sort of like dating in your youth - do you stay with one person or try out many?
Reflections on a pond.
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