Almost as far south as the sun will drift this year, the solstice is coming.
Every sunset is different, every sunset leaves me feeling good.
Sunset, early December
Clamming in late autumn 2019
They’re alive, just an hour or two after leaving the bay, and will be until they are cooked an hour or two later.
The air is chilly in the shadows, but the water is still warm enough for sandals.
In a generation or two, different clams will fill the same basket, different hands will hold the same rake.
