Scenic Detour

It's an IWSG week, so I'm keeping this one short and sweet.  See you Wednesday.

We went pumpkin picking the day before Halloween, tipping our hats to a holiday in which we are now quiet by-standers.  The few kids who used to trick-or-treat on our busy street have grown up, and we didn’t expect visitors.  Still, our daughter, who makes good use of her hands, decided it would be fun to carve a pumpkin. The grocery stores had already dispensed with  Halloween decorations in order to make room for, gulp, Christmas, so we headed across town to a fund raising pumpkin patch  which was still doing a brisk business.

On the way out of the grass parking lot, home was to our left across a long line of traffic, so driving daughter took a right.  “We’ll take the scenic route,” she said, which meant a five mile detour past the ocean.  Oh, I have trained her well.  She may have regretted her decision though, because her mother had a camera, the air was thick with moisture and the sea still.  But she’s used to me, going so far as to suggest visiting a place where the photos could be optimum.  Even she agreed there's a lot to be said for a lighthouse that appears out of the mist, as if floating on air...

 

A lobster boat and a backdrop displaying our college colors (Purple and gold)

And a short-sleeved fisherman reflected on the water.

We didn't have a single trick-or-treater, but pumpkin came out well, don't you think?