The View from Scuttle Bay

The mellow of fall is upon us…

Nature’s first green is giving way to gold, her hardest hue to hold*…

Scuttle Bay

So we savor a quiet Sunday afternoon on a rocky shore


among busy crabs and  sea roaches scurrying to keep ahead of the rising tide


They have little notion of the glorious world they inhabit…

P1160343My hero



And we see but the faintest rumors of what will yet be…

The Strait


For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. Rom.8:18



*Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.

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