The Eastern Shore
Passing through the Eastern Shore environs on a cool / cloudy / rainy day. There’s nothing like being off-season, or just-before-season anywhere. Alright, so some cafes or shops or amusements may be closed, but much of the time I’m a woman on a mission, just zipping through on my way elsewhere….
Then my son snapped a pic in evocative black and white of the bygone days seen in a bandstand /gazebo with palms flanking it, while dunes rose behind it, sheltering from the sea. I immediately felt transported to a British seaside town.
For me, of course, I rubbernecked at the real estate and ensuing renovations. I’ve never met a rehab project I didn’t like even though more than a few of them resembled the movie, “The Money Pit”. Whizzing past, I slowed to see exactly which workmen were doing what. Despite the occasional headaches, restoration seems restorative to me.
The trip stretched for hours as only those who have navigated undulating coastlines can testify. It rained and stopped, attracting sand and salt spray to adhere to the car. As the day came to an end, the skies parted for an absolutely spectacular sunset.
Just like life, and art imitating life, the twists and turns bring surprises and horizons stretching almost to infinity and beyond.
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