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
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Documentary filmmaker, photographer, landscape designer, author, and illustrator. "Beauty on the Wing: Life Story of the Monarch Butterfly" currently airing on PBS. Current film projects include Piping Plovers, Gloucester's Feast of St. Joseph, and Saint Peter's Fiesta. Visit my websites for more information about film and design projects at kimsmithdesigns.com, monarchbutterflyfilm.com, and pipingploverproject.org. Author/illustrator "Oh Garden of Fresh Possibilities! Notes from a Gloucester Garden."
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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.
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.
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!
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.
Good Morning Gloucester 
Peaceful and beautiful.
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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.
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I just love the mood you’ve captured here. I can feel silence. Nice job.
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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.
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lovely, hushed feeling
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Smith’s Cove is lovely anytime, no matter the weather. Thank you Sylvia.
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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!
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That photo is beautiful! I love the way the snow mutes the color.
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Thank you Robert!
Very, very kind of you to say.
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Yes, surely makes me want to come home.
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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.
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I never would have put the two together; thank you for writing Bob.
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