On a lazy afternoon, I hopped on my Honda scooter and rode over to my secret place. I can't tell you where it is because, though we have a lot of lovely places in Crisfield that I enjoy sharing with the world, this is one place I like to keep to myself. The locals know about it, but they aren't talking either.
There is no "tenseness" in our sleepy town, but a little solitude is like a fine wine, and I get a little drunk here.
Avid followers may recognize these photos; I photograph this place on a regular basis.
This crab shanty is about gone...
These overalls have been hanging in this crab shanty for two years.
A patch of blue.
I could sleep here...
Here are some file photos, previously posted...
No filter, just a beautiful sunset.
Mr. Paul's crab boat.
You can see why I am not giving this location away.
Technology meets the past. I took this artistic photo of a friend looking out over the water where his great-grandmother landed on a boat, with only a suitcase in hand. There is a lot of history in our town. Come and learn.
Maybe I will tell you where this is one day, or I could blindfold you and take you there. But for now... well, just dream about this magical place where the wind performs a "disk cleanup" on your brain.