Walking on the rocks in Kennebunkport
Garry and I wandered the rocks in Kennebunkport. There were sailboats and seabirds on the rocks right alongside the Bush compound. It was an interesting walk and when we walked into town, we ate lobster rolls.
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SERENDIPITY: SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 
I love the sailboat 😀
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They were tourist sail boats. I wondered what they were looking at. When I used my long lens, it turned out they were looking at us looking at them ⛵
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That looks a beautiful coastline for a walk together!
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It is beautiful although it’s also rough and very full of birds. You have to be very careful. Those rocks can be very slick and the birds can get ornery. Overall, better to walk near them than ON them 🙂
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Nice! That is such a beautiful part of our New England landscape.
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We have a fabulous coastline. With the exception of Vermont, all New England states have the kind of coastline even non-artists feel should to be painted.
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oh this is just such a lovely walk, and bonus of great food too
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Lobster has gotten (over-fishing) terribly expensive, so deciding “let’s just DO it” was almost like an adventure. I should have taken pictures in town. I thought we were going back later, but I should have known. The pictures you don’t take never are taken “later.” In photography, there is only NOW. Later? Maybe but as often as not, later never happens. I always tell new photographers to grab every picture before it gets away — and then I ignore my own very wise advice.
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How lovely, Marilyn. It is so nice that you and Garry are so happy together.
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We are, actually. We also know when to step back because over the years, we’ve learned that if we start to fight, we never stop. So now, we just stop. And move on. I wish we’d learned to do that years ago. It would have save a lot of aggravation.
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It’s good advice.
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