LIFE IN LIMBO?  Ghost towns, beaches Random. Photos of Silence

    "We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time..."
T. S. Eliot                     

                                                                                                                                                             

Photos of 'lives in limbo': Beaufort, Clawsons. The restaurants.., Mexicalito, tried the "Call, order and pick up...Blackbeard's at the far east end of the boardwalk has been open every day for pick-up. Cru Cafe and The Royal Saint James open early, stay til 5. Cru even offers 'wine on the sidewalk' They took the chairs, tables away..Coffee, breakfast...take your order, go sit on the waterfront at Taylors Creek. Flo and I we take packed lunches, Flo's iced tea with lemon. (She's a good ol' girl", I've known her for a while)......START your own blog! Your own newspaper!

An air of unreality. Everyday, 'can be'.. the same. I hope these are photos are 'for all time'- --never again like this, once--- 'THIS' is gone.

Below, End of Lennoxville Road. Beaufort.

SILENCE now...has a sound. It is so loud....calling out for a different tomorrow,... for life and normalcy to return

Below: Two photos taken at Harker's Island this week. Eerie, strange SILENCE...a car here and there....Willis Boat Works...I hope Mr. Willis has decided to auction off his property himself. Such a nice man (times I talked to him) He was he last of a breed..custom-made boat-builders. I had him in my Fish Barons book..I liked to call him Elvis, a character! One cannot help but sense so many things...'slip-slidin' away.

 

Life's cycles...like the Elizabethan masks of old, a carriage would roll into town, a stage on wheels...The jester would hang the 'masks of life' on the curtain..'announcing that 'a great and wonderful - 'a spectacular' play...was about to begin......The two masks appear throughout Olde English literature.....Life's cycles, the Ying and Yang.

Photos below: At Bogue Inlet on a Saturday..Not a person in sight. The sandy road entrance had a new steel gate pad locked. SILENCE..except of the ocean breeze blowing fine sand across the surface.

Walking, smartphone in hand. Like walking on the moon, except there was wind here, moving the surface sand, moving and stopping, moving again, like a ghost crab...in a high gust - 'the slightest wh

The flags were snapping smartly in the breeze.

                                                                           OPTIMIST HERE: With all that is happening ...with tomorrow far from certain - all of what it may bring...new news...Hopefully, increasingly good news, I think we all believe that 'We will weather this storm and.(in time) will return to the life's recognizable rhythms that we all have known for so long....that which is our old America