From Monday night’s snowstorm, Smiths Cove, Gloucester
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me. ~ Simon and Garfunkel
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me. ~ Simon and Garfunkel
Alicia
blackswanbeth
Joanne
Joey C
Marty Luster
Craig Kimberley
David B. Cox
Donna Ardizzoni
Ed Collard
E.J.
Sharon
Vickie & Peter
Kim Smith
Fr Matthew Green
patrickr
S.D. Kelly
Thom Falzarano
Peaceful and beautiful.
Thank you Ann–lucky shot–I stopped at the cove on my way home from Boston and was only able to take the one photo because my camera was instantly soaked from the wet snow.
I just love the mood you’ve captured here. I can feel silence. Nice job.
Thanks DebNY. I was thinking about Virginia Frontiero’s Fish Tale post about her dad, and how any fisherman returning home from a day at sea in stormy weather must feel so thankful to arrive home safely.
lovely, hushed feeling
Smith’s Cove is lovely anytime, no matter the weather. Thank you Sylvia.
Kim, there is no such thing as a lucky shot. Your talented eye saw the shot and your other considerable artistic talents made it possible for the rest of us to enjoy it! Thank you!
That photo is beautiful! I love the way the snow mutes the color.
Thank you Robert!
Very, very kind of you to say.
Yes, surely makes me want to come home.
Homeward Bound…. root of the assigned moniker “HOBO”. Souls riding the rails, in search of an unknown destination. A place where a head can rest in the piece of night. Not a “bum”, but short term workers.
I never would have put the two together; thank you for writing Bob.