Everywhere I looked was a postcard in the making. I could describe this little slice of land as quaint, charming. But I imagine it’s harder to live there year round but has it’s obvious rewards. You know your neighbors, it is safe for the kids to play on the streets and yet people are dependent on the bay for their livelihood. I imagine them as squirrels stocking up for the winter with only duck hunters as the only probable tourists, oysters for their winter “crop” and mother nature blowing all around.
But looking back at these photos it’s hard to imagine that life is hard there.