Consider this my love letter to my home.
The surf is crazy wild today in the wake of yesterday's massive storm. Here's a photo of the surf breaking over the seawall at Minot to tide you over while I cull through all the others I took today!
Looks like someone got flocked! This group of flamingos actually represent good deeds - charity made fun, as it were. The idea is that a flock of flamingos will mysteriously appear on the victim's front lawn, along with a note indicating where they came from. For a donation, the victim can choose where the flock next lands - a fun and creative way to raise money for a good cause.
Now, I don't know what charity this flock represents - something which I think is a missed opportunity! In fact, I don't know for certain that a charity is involved; I have heard of folks getting flocked for milestone birthdays, for example.
In any event, it's a funny sight on a side street in Scituate!
... um, mushrooms.
The recent wet weather has led to an awful lot of mushrooms popping their wee (and sometimes not so wee) heads out of the ground. I spotted this one languishing in the grasses of Men of Kent Cemetery.
Teenagers everywhere like to complain, "There's nothing to do around here!" - especially in a small town.
I'm not sure how spray-painting the names of heavy metal bands on the playground equipment at a local preschool provides entertainment, but there it is.
Sigh.
All over town, pumpkins are popping up. These cheerful painted pumpkins are down in the harbor, enjoying the sunlight and waiting for Halloween to come...
These glass window panes in the door of the Cudworth House have bullseyes (or pontil marks) at the center. This mark is made when the molten glass is poured or otherwise formed into a flat pane and is often seen in old homes throughout New England.
... turn to brown.
The green of the trees is giving way to the reds and golds and orange blazes of fall, and soon enough they'll be memories hushing the ground while they themselves lie beneath a blanket of snow.
And so it goes - another summer gone.
Well, it's no octopus's garden, but these snails have made a home for themselves in a tidal pool along the base of one of the jetties by the lighthouse.
A splash of salt water and a generous brush-stroke of sunset can make even a ruin of a fisherman's trap look lovely.
Traditionally, Mondays are monochromatic on Scituate Daily Photo - but I liked this image just the way it was, and felt it was close enough to sneak past.
The nippy weather of late has gotten more than a few people in the mood to decorate for Halloween - I've been spying ghosts and pumpkins in trees and on lawns all over town.
This weekend's forecast, however, calls for temperatures in the eighties - which will be quite a change from the near-frost temps we'll be seeing tonight!
As the fog rolled in off of the open water, this small craft seemed even smaller and more alone in the great wide sea...
