This morning: grey clouds and low tide on White Island, home to an empty lighthouse, thousands of terns, and thousands more mosquitoes. And red algae.
This morning: grey clouds and low tide on White Island, home to an empty lighthouse, thousands of terns, and thousands more mosquitoes. And red algae.
August 12th, 2008 at 10:08 am
…And don’t forget the mournful song of the lighthouse horn, warning sailors of the rocky shores.
So, glad you are at the Isles and taking in all the sights and sounds.
Best,
Christine
August 13th, 2008 at 2:35 am
Carl, I love reading your bits and blogs and books. I’ve met you at least once, when you gave a talk at the Museum in New York City. I was there with my illustrator-friend Carl Buell.
Parasite Rex especially made an impression on me, and I just wrote something somewhat the result of that impression. Sorry to post a blog-whore note here, but I couldn’t find an email address for you, so it’s all your fault.
Anyway: Earthman’s Notebook: Invasion of the Buddy Snatchers / http://www.HankFox.com
August 16th, 2008 at 12:29 pm
OMG, you reminded me of this place. I went there during the Summer of 1975 with my father on a tour boat ride. We saw whales along the way. The isles of shoals is a great bird sanctuary. I forgot all about it until I saw your article here. Thanks for bringing back a pleasant memory of my teenage years!