
At anchor in Pulpit Harbor. Our third day at sea. the cook is below baking bread, much of the crew and passengers still in their bunks. a few scattered on the deck above, looking back towards the edge of the american continent, the sun rises over the treeline, painted red by the mist, rising like smoke from the water.
1 comment:
Thomas!
You're the MAN! Nice shot. Better than nice. Nice that you don't write a lot of words like the jerk who posted yesterday about his toy camera and went on and on and on! :-)
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