That wonderful time when the day evaporates into an array of magic color and twilight hovers. I'm on Glade Road returning from East Point Lighthouse. I've spent many evenings going to
the Lighthouse not to paint the lighthouse, but
to enjoy the solitude and wait. I wait for the magic that will cascade across the marsh an take my breath away on the return trip down Glade Road heading home.
the Lighthouse not to paint the lighthouse, but
to enjoy the solitude and wait. I wait for the magic that will cascade across the marsh an take my breath away on the return trip down Glade Road heading home.