Sunday, September 20, 2009

Simply Dusk Redux

Dusk again at Niles Beach.
Something about the sun setting over water makes people gaze out over it.

The Sea Of Sunset
written by Emily Dickinson

This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.



Dusk At Sea
written by Thomas S. Jones Jr.

To-night eternity alone is near:
The sea, the sunset, and the darkening blue;
Within their shelter is no space for fear,
Only the wonder that such things are true.

The thought of you is like the dusk at sea --
Space and wide freedom and old shores left far,
The shelter of a lone immensity
Sealed by the sunset and the evening star.



Tutto รจ Sciolto
written by James Joyce

A birdless heaven, sea dusk, one lone star
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,
Rememberest.

The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow,
The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air.

Why then, remembering those shy
Sweet lures, repine
When the dear love she yielded with a sigh
Was all but thine?



Nile’s Beach Sunset
written by Peter A. Todd

I gaze upon the evening sunset.
This outstretched Island of golden sand,
As it reflects along our rocky inlet.
Its majestic beach, smoothed by each tides hand.
The shimmering like diamonds of the sea,
As the sun begins to settle in the west.
The Tall Ships sailing through the winter breeze,
As darkness covers at the waters crest.
The mighty waves begin to pound at our shore,
As the nights chill makes the barometer fall.
The call of nature brings its creatures to sing ,
The song of winters first mating call.
What a beautiful and glorious sight,
That our father in Heaven brings to me.
It brings to mind of how beautifully bright,
Gods many mansions in Heaven will be.


Simply Dusk Redux

C_A_B

Friday, September 18, 2009

Simply Dusk

Dusk is a magical time, especially on Cape Ann. It's a time to briefly pause and reflect over the day's events and to marvel at the beauty surrounding us. A walk along Good Harbor Beach gives you a chance to take a deep breath and give your thanks for all that you have.











Dreams in the Dusk
written by Carl Sandburg

Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

Simply Dusk

C_A_B

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Simply Harvest Time

I stopped at the Cape Ann Farmers' Market and sampled some of the fresh produce. Here are a few images of the tasty morsels. There is still a few weeks left for this year to visit and help out your local farmers.

Apples!



Blueberries!



Tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes!



Radishes, chard, turnips, carrots and eggplants!



Rasberries!



Strawberries!



Simply Harvest Time

C_A_B

Friday, September 11, 2009

Simply Reflections


Reflections of our Flag
written by Peter A. Todd

The stars of night glitter bright
As each day is changed by the tides
To gaze upon our vast twilight
With loved ones by our side
The white of the moon peeking through the cloud
While the crickets sing their song
It can really make a person proud
Of this country where we all belong
To see our flags in the cool nights breeze
Can cause your heart to skip a beat
Reflecting our memories of all who've died
Our gratitude shall never cease
So treasure this our Free Nation
The cost of it has been so great
Remember Life is of God's creation
Unto his heaven is our fate


Simply Reflecting

C_A_B

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Simply Jacob


A view of Mt. Jacob Cemetery in West Gloucester with poetry by Peter A. Todd.



Jacob's Resting
written by Peter A. Todd

In fields of somber stones
There lies West Gloucester heritage
For it is their wisdom we must atone
For all the hidden beauty to find
Such as the animals of God's kingdom
The natural caress of love defined
West Gloucester and its secrets
Not even in Library books to see
Stories both true and fable
Of the men and women that kept us free
Stones now imbedded in earth
To mark each resting place
Names once etched yet now erased
Only the memory in the loved to search

Simply Jacob

C_A_B

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Simply Neighborly

Okay. I admit it. This post is not about Cape Ann.

However, I found myself recently in Ogunquit, Maine on a small daytrip. A walk along the Marginal Way reminded me a little bit of Gloucester's back shore or possibly Shore Road in Magnolia.

In a neighborly way, I'll share pictures from a town just to the north of us.





These next two pictures show just a small piece of the path and benches along the Marginal Way. Many of the benches had plaques listing people whom had contributed to the upkeep and maintenance of the path and were placed in such a way as to allow you to sit quietly and gaze out onto the ocean.

Perhaps this is something that the community in Gloucester could investigate for its coastal paths. There are only a few public places in Gloucester for sitting and reflecting by the ocean (excluding the beaches, naturally).







The craggy shore and twisted cedar trees.











A distant boat sailing past the coast.



Simply Neighborly

C_A_B

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Simply Summer's End

The end of summer at Good Harbor Beach. There may still be a few "beach days" to come, although the crowds have left.



There's plenty of sand for all now!



Might be too cold to swim but there's still time to surf.



Maybe catch one last fish.



Perhaps it's the last patrol of the year for this lifeguard.



Come on. I dare you. You go in first.



Simply Summer's End

C_A_B