The ocean waited deep inside the fog. The circus tent, however, had appeared overnight… the heavy mist smelled of buttered popcorn and elephants and clown makeup…

The ocean waited deep inside the fog. The circus tent, however, had appeared overnight… the heavy mist smelled of buttered popcorn and elephants and clown makeup…

With an osprey on top for scale. I like to think the ospreys take advantage of the weather tower equipment or at least have been deputized by the National Weather Service.

Stopped by recently.


The wind is up and the kiteboarders are aloft.



Hanging out on Hanging Rock

There is a tear in the sky at sunset here in Newport.



In our frequent drives back and forth to Boston over a couple years, we managed to work in some excellent activities. We had always meant to visit the Yale Peabody Museum.

It was below zero but Aaron and I trudged out to the George Eastman Museum to see the Dutch Connection and eat espresso chocolate chip cookies on Saturday.
