BroJoe has been texting me the last couple of days, saying he’s the only one on the beach. That’s probably because it was cold and cloudy and windy and everybody else was home by the fire. Never mind. Solitude does allow him to take some beautiful photos.
He sent back this picture:
Okay, how about those conch shells? Are those abandoned or is something living inside them?
“hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…”
― Van Morrison
The Coastguard conducted search and rescue operations in the Graveyard of the Atlantic from this building for over 100 years.