Favorite Places |
Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul... I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. Herman Melville, Moby Dick |
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Wildwood, NJ
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Growing up in the Philadelphia area, there were basically two schools of thought when it came to summer vacations: those that went to the mountains (Poconos, in this case) and those that went to the shore. My family was one of the later, and Wildwood was our destination of choice. To this day, when I think of vacations I think of sun, sand and salt water. I much prefer lounging on a beach somewhere to wandering through Europe pretending to be impressed with yet another "grand example of Gothic architecture". Whatever. Pass the Margaritas and sun tan lotion. |
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Outer Banks, NC
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When I first visited the Outer Banks of North Carolina back in 1981, the streets didn't even have names; they were refererred to by their mile marker number. Now, these barrier islands have their own domain name. Progress is inevitable, I suppose. |
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Dune Fences, Corolla NC |
Storm Approaching, Nags Head, NC |