N'orEaster

The day before the storm

The day before the storm the water hits the wall

The new wall and the old section

The day before

Ocean Storms are called N'oreasters here because the winds swirl around coming in off the ocean from the Northeast. They're really winter hurricanes and I could tell you some stories about the infamous Blizzard of '78 but you can probably Google it so I'll let you decide. Here in my neck of the woods we're really below sea level and in the 1930's a seawall was built along the shores of many of the coastal towns on the South Shore. The problem is that they are crumbling and last Spring the one at the end of our street failed causing a need to replace a 450 foot section. Only the tip of the iceberg though as it ALL needs to be replaced. You know the story. No funds etc.. Well, if you live there it's a must. 

Same place the day of the storm

The high road above Brant Rock Village

WHOA!!!!

Green Harbor at High Tide

Storm clearing over Green Harbor Lobster fleet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brant Rock Village the day before the Storm

Summer in Marshfield

 

This was the most incredible summer here in New England. The sun came out almost every single day for three months and the weather was hot and beach appropriate! This rarely happens and we all enjoyed it thoroughly. If this is climate change we (selfishly) welcome it here!

Winter in New England

I say this every December, but it's true. I'm a New England girl, born and raised. We are leaving in a week for Naples, Florida and will not return home until May. I love Naples and I will be with my sister and my family who live there but, I will miss the snow, the cold, my Mama, my Painter girlfriends and my studio. Call me crazy. Here's a shot of the ice formed by the waves breaking over the seawall.

My Back Yard

I've mentioned this before. Where I live is vacationland, USA. 25 miles or so South of Boston and right on the ocean. But, I drive to Maine, Nova Scotia etc., and get out of the car oohing and aahing over the scenery which would include little harbors with lobster boats in them and craggy rock lined coasts. You know what they say about the grass being greener? This is my backyard. DUH!