Sand. Seagrass. Wind.
You are fed.
Solitude for breakfast.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 9:10 AM UTC
Sand. Seagrass. Wind.
You are fed.
Solitude for breakfast.
I am constantly taking pictures. It is rare you see me without my camera. I use many of them in my poetry blog. This poem for instance, has a wide expanse of dunes and seagrass from Cape Cod at it's header.
People constantly ask me “Why do you take so many pictures?”
Because they help me remember.
Tom
