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"I do believe in an everyday sort of magic...the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone." Charles de Lint

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Junk Beach

If you're having trouble keeping track of where I am....join the club.  I'm back in Maine for a few days and after a delightful morning and lunch with Margie I wandered over to South Portland to the junk beach.

It's not a pristine beach....but it's a great place to look for interesting things.  I loved that it was an overcast day...just perfect for beach combing.

 



This is the beach I've talked about before that has remnants from an old metal factory.  There is one end that is just littered with these curly metal shavings.  It's oddly interesting and almost artistic in its own weird historical kind of way.

A nice view of the Portland/South Portland bridge.



There's nothing like a dose of coast...and a few nuggets of sea glass from the junk beach to top off the day.

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