ring-billed gull with schooner on the horizon
Continuing with my gull photographs, and a few other things seen that amazing evening…
and followed me around while I was taking pictures of other things
during the pandemic, is still clinging to the rocks
time to say good night and goodbye
I have my doubts that I will ever make it to this beloved beach again, so leaving was very sad. I follow the Eastern Point Beach’s Facebook group and see pictures others have taken often, but I have to say, nobody takes pictures of the gulls the way I have! I miss them and their different personalities so much.
Places hold so much for us. Looks like a special time in a special place.
A very special place, holding so many memories spanning over four decades.
Bittersweet and poignant, it is hard to leave a beloved place filled with special memories. I liked seeing the boats and ferries, too, so much a part of coastal life. 💕
It still feels like a dream, Eliza, so familiar and yet now so distant and hazy to grasp out of memory again. I’ll never forget the OpSail 2000CT tall ship parade and can’t believe that was 26 years ago! 💙
That’s a nice close-up of the schooner you got Barbara – wow! And, of course, all the great gull pictures, up close, the one herring gull enjoying a crab meal. The poor gull with the broken wing I’m sure reminded you a little of The Captain and I was thinking of that after I sent the last comment to your reply on the previous gull post. It would be sad to think you may not return here again, but fortunately you have Beverly still living here and you may one day return to spend time with her and John.
I did think of The Captain when I saw the gull with the broken wing. Who knows? Beverly & John live about an hour north of the beach, though, so even if I did visit them we might not get down to the shore. Traveling is so rough for me now I can’t see making another trip, but the future may hold possibilities I can’t fathom just yet. As it is, the emotions stirred up on this trip have left me reeling and plunging into another wave of grief. I think not having Tim there with me hit me very hard.
Barbara, I figured you did think of The Captain when you saw the gull with the broken wing. When I returned to Council Point Park and saw the squirrels, minus Parker, I had to steel myself for it and realize that this was a new era with my furry friends and it will never be as joyous and fun as it was before, but I would try and make the best of it. I’ll likely call my post “Revisiting Simply Joys” because, even though it’s not the same, it gave my heart a boost and my spirits which were sagging, not only for what happened to him and the others, but this year and its litany of issues as well. I didn’t realize Beverly and John were not close to where you visited. I can imagine the trip, even with the wonderful foray to the beach, was essentially not a joyful one, but had a purpose, a very sad purpose, so I am not surprised it led you into another wave of grief, as will the soon-to-be first anniversary of Tim’s passing.
I like your ‘trying to make the best of it’ approach to your return visit to the squirrels in the park. It made me think of a Dave Matthews song I used to listen to on repeat as I would drive up to take care of my father from 2000-2013, The Best of What’s Around. “Whatever tears at us/Whatever holds us down/And if nothing can be done/We’ll make the best of what’s around.”
I like that mindset Barbara – sometimes you just can’t win in this game of life, so adapt. I admit that I find myself less adaptable than I once was and I don’t like that about myself. For years I kind of just went with the flow. That said, I had a very long walk at Heritage Park today, enough for several posts, but, we had rain this morning, so I didn’t leave until around 10:00 a.m. I like to go early. We were not supposed to have rain, so it kind of messed up my original plans … it ended up not mattering as I saw what I wanted, but of course, I had to grumble about the rain anyway. There are a doe and fawn at Heritage Park and they are in the woods. People have posted their pictures on local Facebook sites. So, I wanted to go early while they are out foraging. I didn’t see them, then walked through the forest where I seldom go looking for them – nothing. Then, on Facebook, there is a new site a woman has created about places to go in the Downriver area. She went to the Wildlife Refuge today and saw two does and a buck and got great pictures of them. I asked where at the Refuge because I’ve visited there at least 20 times since they opened and have never seen one deer, let alone three. I, however, usually won’t go there after October 1st, as a general rule, as they allow waterfowl hunting, so I stay clear – I don’t want to see dead ducks dropping from the air to the ground and why do they allow hunting in a wildlife refuge anyway?
This is why I like the phrase: Until Next Time…
Not sure if there should be a next time for this. I can’t tell yet if the visit did me more harm than good…
Awww virtual hugs offering tea
Thank you so much for your warm wishes, Elisa. 🙏🏼
So nice to be by the sea! I went to the Cape to my mom’s place for the last time last weekend. My sister and I brought a bunch of stuff back for her and she moves back to western ma next Friday.
I imagine it was bittersweet being at your mom’s home for the last time. Remembering the good times there and also looking forward to having her living right next door. There’s something very special about Cape Cod.