~ Henry David Thoreau
The waves battered the shoreline Saturday as the day spun through patterns of snow and rain and everything in between. When the sunshine arrived early Sunday morning, I walked along the shore in search of the usual offerings of litter and found objects that arrive after a day of whitecaps.
Along with bait containers, bobbins, tennis balls, soda cans and beer bottles, I found the shoreline shrubs in a sheath of ice. The only evidence on this peaceful morning, of the battering they endured the day before.
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