New Hampshire Seacoast -

You can never cross the ocean until you
have the courage to lose sight of the shore.
--- Christopher Columbus, Explorer

Small boats sail or chug their way not far from shore. Beyond, before the open

 ocean, lie the Isles of Shoals. On the seaweed crusted rocks, large black cormorants

 dry their wings in the hot breeze as gentle waves roll in to shore.

Some day I will take the ferry to the Isles of Shoals straddling the border of New Hampshire and Maine. 

That journey has been on my list for some time, the only thing causing me to hesitate

 is the abundance of mosquitoes out there apparently enjoying island life!

The history of these islands, including their tie to the art world, is an interesting read.

Late summer brings fading, falling petals from the wild roses clambering

along the sea walls and rocky ledges of the shoreline.
The hips are gigantic, the size of small tomatoes, and such beautiful colors!

I love this part of the United States and have such fond memories of the years

 when I lived here in the sixties and seventies. 

 It was all so new to me, fresh from my home in England. That too was on the 

coast in South Devon on the English Channel, so I was thankful to still be

 close to the ocean. . . . . . just on the opposite side!

Enjoy your weekend.
We have some cooler weather at long last, hooray!