I’ve been fortunate to spend a large part of my life living on islands that range from remote and minuscule to Manhattan. Many might say Manhattan doesn’t count, but no one who has lived there would agree. It’s true that the vertical nature of the city draws your eye up — you need to venture to the city’s edges or heights to see the water that surrounds you. But there’s no going anywhere without a bridge or a tunnel or a ferry.
Clambakes are fun, signature events of summer. But there’s nothing like sitting around a simple beach fire with family or a few friends to make a summer evening really special.
There’s something about staring into a driftwood fire, with everyone’s faces alive in the light, that makes you sense your dusty ancestors.
Like many of us, I spend more and more of my life tethered to a bevy of electronic devices — smartphone, laptop, desktop, tablet. Am I ever without my phone?
I grew up with field guides for fish, shells, seabirds and the hundreds of other denizens of the shallows and the deep. As a boy, I not only wanted to know their names but also their habits and habitats, their food, range, migration and so on.
We had gotten under way early in the morning to see the tall ships that were visiting New London, Connecticut. Many of them were still anchored in Long Island Sound when we arrived, so we had a wonderful opportunity to motor around, shooting pictures and taking in the spectacle as the fleet prepared to enter the Thames River.
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