Hanging On....
My beloved Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's house in downtown Portland
A rare quiet moment with all the surfers bobbing patiently waiting for the waves to come back
A clam perhaps? Sending messages from the deep...
The HIggins Beach Inn, a few doors down from us. My mother stayed there in the 1930s with her parents...she said it rained every day until the day they left.
The glories of low tide.