Now to make everyone jealous, here is how I spent my Wednesday. I went down to North Station (A part of the former Fleet Center and now Bank North Garden) to catch a train northward. With a little luck, and a bit of a walk, I ended up here - at Singing Beach. They call it that because of the strange squeaky noise that the sand makes as you walk on it. Either way, this place was amazing. A typical northeastern beach with majestic rock formations and cool clear water, I couldn't have asked for anything better. Even the weather was a warm 80 degrees and as you can see, extremely clear and sunny. I spent the majority of the afternoon here just wandering around, taking pictures and reading a book. For those of you who are considering visiting me here, just remember that these beaches are all over the place here, and it's a quick trip to many of them. Anyway, enjoy these latest photos, and look forward to another post in a day or two. Also, if you have been trying to reach me on the telephone, don't worry if I haven't gotten back to you - my phone isn't working right now, so you can get me with email or watch for me on IM. 

This is the widest angle shot I could get of the beach where I spent my day. It wasn't terribly crowded as you can see, but I'm sure this place gets packed in the height of the summer season 

The surf-pounded and seaweed-covered rocks that line the beach on the north and south sides look a bit like this up close. They are a perfect place to observe nature in action - like that one-legged bird there, hunting for food, or the thousands of tiny shellfish that live amongst the seaweed. See the picture below. 

An extreme close-up of what every 'green' rock on the beach looks like - home to these little guys. 

Looking out at the Atlantic Ocean, I am reminded again of what a rocky beach Manchester has. That "island" there is deceiving - it is really no bigger than a semi truck. In the foreground, even though the water was frigid, there were idiots all over the place running into the water, and throwing tennis balls out into the surf for their dogs to fetch. 

There were houses on those huge rock formations overlooking the beach from between pine trees. It must be nice to live there... except for the people. 

So, how did you spend your Wednesday?