Another very nice visit with a friend from many years ago caused me to be perfectly timed to return to Powder Point bridge a few days ago. And this perfect timing included the sunset. I love when that happens.
I spoke of my love of Duxbury Beach many times over the years, but when Charley finally got to visit there he was singularly unimpressed. It was the rocks that he objected to, no soft sand here. I always considered the rocks to be handy to place on the corners of your blanket to keep it from blowing away. 
I used to think that editing photos was cheating somehow. But a little editing can improve a picture, while too much editing is just exactly that, too much. It’s all in the individual eye of course. But I think we all might agree that when I asked the editing program to level this photograph, and it came up with this, it’s not what I had in mind.
Sometimes a bit of common sense is in order…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 
Duxbury Beach is a magical place for me,still to this day…
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Neither Charley’s reaction, or all the beautiful beaches I’ve seen in the years since I was a kid, have changed my mind about the place. But I never got past my uncle’s little cottage, last one on the seawall, and that little neighborhood. You could get a popsicle just a few doors up, who wouldn’t love that?
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