“Even a man who is pure of heart, and says his prayers by night,
Can become a wolf, when the wolfbane blooms
And the moon is full and bright…”
Warm as all get-out one night, below freezing the next day. . . . Lousy Smarch weather !
Mrs dFUNK almost blew off the shore of the Island like a little kite while I was trying to take these sunset shots the other night. The wind in the Staights is always stronger than on land, but this night it was just rediculous – sucking the air right out of our lungs.
Here’s Chene Park minus the flanking cement silos. I suppose no skyline is better than an “unpleasant” industrial skyline………(?)