Simply On The Hard

Waiting for the next tide.

And someone to fill them.

Simply On The Hard

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Simply Magnolia

Magnolia Harbor is a quintessential, small New England Harbor.

The tide is out and boats are on their moorings for the night.

There are hidden treasures lurking here.

The low tide has pulled back the covers.

One reason why you don't come too close to shore even at high tide!

One fishing boat going back to port.

A larger ship on the horizon.

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Simply Magnolia

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Simply Waiting

A quiet day at Magnolia Beach.
Two bring a kayak in,
While others sit idly by.

Waiting
Written by Carl Sandburg

TODAY I will let the old boat stand
Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in
To the pulse of a far, deep-steady sway.
And I will rest and dream and sit on the deck
Watching the world go by
And take my pay for many hard days gone I remember.

I will choose what clouds I like
In the great white fleets that wander the blue
As I lie on my back or loaf at the rail.
And I will listen as the veering winds kiss me and fold me
And put on my brow the touch of the world's great will.

Daybreak will hear the heart of the boat beat,
Engine throb and piston play
In the quiver and leap at call of life.
To-morrow we move in the gaps and heights
On changing floors of unlevel seas
And no man shall stop us and no man follow
For ours is the quest of an unknown shore
And we are husky and lusty and shouting-gay.

Simply Waiting

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Simply Aground

It is November at Conomo Point in Essex.
The summer has past. Families and visitors have left.
Many of the houses have been closed up until next year.
At low tide, even the sea appears to have journeyed away for the season!

Low-Tide
Written by Edna St. Vincent Millay

These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
Will show again when the tide is high
Faint and perilous, far from shore,
No place to dream, but a place to die,—
The bottom of the sea once more.
There was a child that wandered through
A giant's empty house all day,—
House full of wonderful things and new,
But no fit place for a child to play.

Low Tide
Written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The sea came wooing in mad male fashion;
The strand like a maiden was shy as fair.
He fell at her feet with a cry of passion,
And flung out his arms to clasp her there.

He swore to be true; the bright stars glistened,
And the wind went dallying off with the ships,
While the strand like a maiden leaned and listened
And the sea's wild kisses fell on her lips.

But desolate now in the moonlight's glory
Is lying the pale, deserted strand,
While the sea is telling the same old story
To another shore, in another land.

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
Written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Simply Aground

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Simply Resting

Boats in the harbor resting on a quiet evening.

Distant view of City Hall.

More resting boats in the ripples.

A view of Our Lady of Good Voyage from East Gloucester.

A few more resting boats.

Simply Resting

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Simply In Motion

One kayak heading out of Lanes Cove,

while another heads in.

The Krystal Marie preparing to head out.

Making it look way too easy!

Simply In Motion

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Simply A Weekend!

The evening of the July Gloucester Block Party was a perfect night for a boat ride in the harbor. The seas were flat with just a little bit of wind blowing and only a few boats were out and about.

Someone decided to have an "on-the-water" Block Party! I believe we counted over 8 rafted up to the Voyager.

Simply A Weekend!

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Simply Un-moving

There's something wrong with these pictures.
Here's a small hint.
All were taken Fiesta Sunday afternoon.

The problem? All the boats are tied up instead of being out enjoying a sunny, Sunday afternoon on the water.

Then again, we haven't really had a sunny, Sunday afternoon this June!

Simply Un-moving!

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Simply Missing

I took a walk today at my marina. It is April and the calendar does say "SPRING". Yet something just seems to be missing.

It could be the sun which has been hiding most of this week. Yet, I think it's something else which is missing.

I just can't put my finger on it.

Ahhh! That's what's missing.

Someone is going to be very busy!

Simply Missing! Come on Spring!

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