This is the furthest east point of North America, one of the two lighthouses there – the more modern one. For Silent Sunday, as it must be, when it’s not blowing. Have a good Sunday, friends.
Rupert was, quite simply, the greatest cat. If he were here today, I’m sure he would wish you all a happy Caturday, friends, as do I. I hope yours is a good one.
It’s always the orange ones.
These cold and bleak fall days our wild and honey bees are nowhere to be seen, so it’s lovely to look back on the halcyon summer days when this scene was so common. Who would have thought milkweed flowers were so lovely? Have a lovely day, friends.
This was taken with my 180mm macro lens.