Cider Press Hill

I see

This is the best my little pen camera can do, however, it’s a fair representation of one of the views I have every day on the way back from the high school. It’s not as if it’s a picture perfect view at the end of this street, but I remember, when I lived in a landlocked area, how I’d fairly drool at the idea of being able to see the ocean on any occasion. Now I get to see the harbor nearly every day. Sometimes I have to remind myself not to take it for granted. As the trees leaf out, the grass turns green, and the harbor fills up with sailboats, this scene grows prettier with the season.

harbor scene

Posted on 05/06/05 at 03:02 PM
 




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