Cape Lookout Island. Only accessible by Ferry, and with no paved roads. It was once a home to a small fishing community but is now owned by the National Park system.
A short walk away from the tourist area, down the lonely shoreline, and remnants of the island’s past begin to appear.
Barnacle laden debris from the houses burned down by owners who refused to let them become acquired by the government.
And maybe parts from an old car that became engulfed in a sandstorm, only to appear again some time later.
Conch shells, still inhabited by their original owner can easily be found in the shallow waters.
This beach is different than others. A beach forgotten.
The Mimosa trees bloom during the middle of the summer, after the time of flowering springtime trees is long forgotten. When the beginning of summer seems so long ago, but the end of summer is so far away. When it feels like summer never ends, and it will always be this way.
The feathery pink blooms that stand out from the never ending sea of green, remind me of adventures late into the endless summer evenings, and times that made me forget that winter was ever here.
On this summer evening, a bike ride towards Salem Lake led us to this secret path we had never noticed, that ended with a Mimosa tree at the lake’s edge. It was one of those mini adventures I love so much, that kept us out later than expected, but it didn’t matter because it stays light for so long these days.
July Fourth fireworks are always a crazy time. This year’s display included one that fell over, and one that went rogue and shot out a fireball which freaked out the crowd.
One final walk along the shore on the last day at the beach a year ago. We drove up to the end of the island to reach a less traveled beach where we raced across the long stretch of blistering hot sand to get to the water.
This part of the beach faces the shipping port, where all sorts of tugboats and ships can be seen cruising back and forth all day.
There were many intriguing things to be found on this less traveled beach.
Including a polka dot moth!!
Further up along the beach was an interesting rock formation. I’m not sure why it’s there or what it’s for, but it was an unusual sight to see.
Around the base of the rock formation was a trove of tiny shells. I tried to collect them but the waves got me!
With the the days being longer, I like to make the most of them by taking walks as
often as possible. Even if it is just a quick wander through the neighborhood.
In the spring and summer it feels like my favorite time of day, dusk, lasts so much longer. In the winter it seems that as soon as the sun begins to fade, it’s night in a matter of minutes. But during these warm months, the sun just hangs out on the edge of the horizon for quite some time. This is my favorite to to take a walk. I love how the landscape looks in the setting sun’s golden glow.
The city I live in is changing all the time. Construction is happening around every corner.
And I want to remember what it once was.
At one time this area was a busy industrial part of town, with a train passing through and many busy factories. Over time it began to crumble, until all the buildings were eventually torn down and nature took cover, covering most of the evidence that this spot was ever part of the busy downtown.
The forgotten streets that were left behind are a memory of a different era, when most of the city streets were cobblestone.
This area will soon become part of the busy city once again..
I just hope they keep the cobblestone!
I used to count down the days until summer was over, but the last few years I have been sad to say goodbye to warm weather, long days and late evening adventures.
The last month of summer was a good one.
After four years of throwing all our extra money at the house, we were able to pay it off at the beginning of this month! I still can’t believe he is completely ours.
We took our yearly beach trip and had way too much fun. We were there for a whole week but it didn’t feel long enough. I want to go back.
I have been working on sewing a dress from scratch. I will wear it on Halloween!
Many late August evenings were spent exploring. Much of the city is getting renovated and I want to make sure I capture how it once was, before it becomes recognizably new.
August was once my least favorite month, now I have grown to like it quite a bit. I try to squeeze every last bit of summer out before September brings the autumn weather. I am looking forward to the seasons changing, I have found myself staring at all my sweaters in the back of the closet; excited to start wearing them in just a few weeks time.
The evenings seem never-ending in the summer.
The perfect time to go exploring. Or even just a simple walk around the neighborhood.
All the houses look warm and inviting as the sun washes everything in a golden light.
I am looking forward to the colder seasons, but I will miss the daylight that seems to last forever.
Storms come quickly and unexpectedly in the summer.
It rains violently for a short while, then the sun returns as if it had never left.
The sun may be shining bright, but the sidewalks have turned into lakes.
Evidence of the storm that raged just moments before.
Suddenly the clouds begin to condense again, and another storm is on the way.
But sometimes it passes us right by.
Summer is a strange season.
In the late summer, when most of the flowers have finished blooming, and the gardens begin to turn brown from the summer heat, the Crape Myrtle trees bloom.
Many different shades of pink and purple line the streets. It almost feels like spring again.
I never realized how many of these trees were in my neighborhood. I only wish they stayed this pretty all the time.