"In the time of your life--live." That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition (--Tennesse Williams)
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Eastern Fire Island
Pic by Justin Z.
You see how narrow the bay is way out east? A couple hundred years ago what is water now was just bog and you could walk from the mainland to the Great South Beach.