Friday, March 30, 2012
Nobody's home yet in these birdhouses along the Scarborough Marsh Audubon Center. I must say, the appreciation of the aroma of low tide is one you must truly acquire. I lived at the foot of Back Bay, along Baxter Boulevard throughout my high school years, and learned to get used to the sometimes stomach-turning smells coming at low tide. At other times, as the afternoon fog rolled in your nostrils were treated to the sensation of riding a glass-like seascape. It was quite a change from living inland, away from the water. For the most part you took it for granted, unless you were visited by pals from western New York State, who had never seen the ocean. Then most reactions coming up the front steps were, "Phew, what is that?" For me, you got used to it. Life at low tide... gotta love it!