Here's a shot of the beach.
Yes, I was in New England.
I was playing with images of seaweed and stones and studying the ways the water left marks in the sand and looking at the shadows the seaweed cast.
Shortly after I took these shots, I placed the camera in my windbreaker's pocket, and sat on the blanket for a bit. When I stood the camera skidded out of the slippery nylon and onto the sand. I took more pictures that day and many days after, but the camera chose to jam today--as I was trying to photograph the crabapple pickles I made (which look like eyeballs sealed in a Mason jar). They were going to be the starting point of this blog, but it didn't happen.