Friday, April 30, 2010
The horses of Sable Island are so much a part of the landscape--as much as the sound of the wind and the sting of the sand always in motion. Memories of the gulls crying and swooping down over the land and sea, of the salt in the air and new growth, new life.
Posted by susan tooke at 2:27 PM
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Posted by susan tooke at 11:05 AM