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So we raised our anchor, shook out sail
And yesterday was simply a beautiful day. Having determined that we badly needed to do something with the sea before the weather reverted from mock-June to mock-November, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fleurdelis28 and her sister and I spent the afternoon in Rockport, climbing around Halibut Point State Park—a surrealist's beachful of huge red granite boulders, jostled and tumbled every which way like alphabet blocks, and the abandoned, flooded quarry many of them came from—and exploring old cemeteries. Nobody had a camera, of course, but the tide was coming in streaked-glass green and by the late afternoon there was a mackerel sky in white and blue overhead. We talked about the Titanic. We found a lot of wrecked lobster traps. I am almost positive the four birds we saw bobbing around the rocks were harlequin ducks. And I came home and almost immediately went out again for John Ford's How Green Was My Valley (1941) at the Harvard Film Archive, which I think marks the end of the series. Today I will almost certainly get rained on, but I prefer walking places to not.
fleurdelis28 and her sister and I spent the afternoon in Rockport, climbing around Halibut Point State Park—a surrealist's beachful of huge red granite boulders, jostled and tumbled every which way like alphabet blocks, and the abandoned, flooded quarry many of them came from—and exploring old cemeteries. Nobody had a camera, of course, but the tide was coming in streaked-glass green and by the late afternoon there was a mackerel sky in white and blue overhead. We talked about the Titanic. We found a lot of wrecked lobster traps. I am almost positive the four birds we saw bobbing around the rocks were harlequin ducks. And I came home and almost immediately went out again for John Ford's How Green Was My Valley (1941) at the Harvard Film Archive, which I think marks the end of the series. Today I will almost certainly get rained on, but I prefer walking places to not.
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Excellent. I'm always delighted when an umbrella serves its proper function. (Rewaxing my jacket does seem to have kept the rain away from here for a couple of days, at least.)
I returned from the library with several books of Kipling and Derek Walcott.
Excellent. I just had to look up Walcott*--he sounds interesting, and I'll have to check out his work further.
*At first I thought you'd written "Derek Warfield," and I was about to say that one of my friends has been playing with him a lot, lately, but then I realised that you were speaking of someone else.