GETTING BACK TO BASICS: Sundown At The Harbour

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Sundown At The Harbour

Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows in yonder West:

the fair, frail palaces,

The fading Alps and archipelagoes,

And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.

~Thomas Bailey Aldrich~

Halls Harbour

~famous for the world's highest tides~

Going...

going...

gone!

4 comments:

GraceJuly 21, 2011 at 7:28 PM
Great photos mom. It is sure is a beautiful place.
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JainJuly 22, 2011 at 8:02 AM
Beautiful! Thank you for the reminder of my own favorite harbor sunsets.
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UnknownJuly 30, 2011 at 3:19 AM
Beautiful sun set, what a beautiful place:)
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GardeningbrenAugust 13, 2011 at 9:10 PM
Beautiful photos. We had a great sunset tonight here on the South Shore.

Your daughter showed photos of your garden on her blog and I most especially loved the arbor. The yucca's are show stoppers this year heh!! Yours is beautiful.
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