January world in Boothbay Harbor
Tue, 01/17/2017 - 7:45am
All is quiet, save the gulls. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
A jumbled mass of buoys. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
A tangled mass of white Adirondacks. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
One red Adirondack chair. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
Low tide. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
Mike’s spot is empty. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
An empty street keeps its secrets. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
All is quiet, save the gulls. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
A jumbled mass of buoys. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
A tangled mass of white Adirondacks. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
One red Adirondack chair. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
Low tide. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
Mike’s spot is empty. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
An empty street keeps its secrets. MORGAN CALLAN ROGERS/Boothbay Register
January 2017. Friday the 13th in Boothbay Harbor. All is quiet, save the gulls. A jumbled mass of buoys and traps, a tangled mass of white chairs, one red chair, low tide. Mike’s spot is empty. An empty street keeps its secrets. The wind is picking up. Luck is in the eye of the beholder. That’s the way it is in January world.
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