Just hangin'...

Wednesday, June 28

Slow day – laundry, a trip into town to check out the community market. Check out these radishes – so big I thought they were beets! (I guess you can't tell size in the photo, but they were huge.) Beautiful baked goods too, but I restrained myself. Greg also picked up halibut (steak and cheeks) from the fish truck. We had half the filet for dinner, along with fresh chard and little red potatoes rolled in butter & parsley. 

Popular spot. (Greg's inside.)

Greg spent the rest of the day “tightening or gluing everything that’s come apart over the last 6 months.” I exchanged Bonfire of the Vanities for Wild (Cheryl Strayed’s chronicle of her PCT experience) and am anxious to get into that. But, as usual, I need to work on the blog. (It sometimes takes an inordinate amount of time – usually b/c I get sidetracked in my research. “Inquiring minds…”) 

Really nothing else worth mentioning. No more pics either, but I'll add a couple from the botanical gardens visit back in Maine. (And I have even more of those to share.)

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BlogStory… Back on the Cabot Trail, we would take picture after picture of the coast from every possible angle and range. After lunch at the Chowder House, I wanted to grab a couple shots of the local lighthouse. As I was wandering around seeking the best vantage point, I commented to another gal that “we’re all out here acting like we work for Nat’l Geographic.” She smiled as I framed my shot, adding “Hardly, but that picture would be more interesting w/ someone in it.” I relented. She’s got my phone now, and I’m hearing “just a little to the right… good… now give me some attitude.” Click, click, click.  Retrieving my camera, I asked, “So, what do you do for a living?”  Now she laughed outright. “I’m a freelance photographer.” (I doubt this is her best work, but I include it to finish out the story.)