I headed down to the beach again this afternoon, since the weather was balmy (for Connecticut) and the winter light was beautiful (isn’t is everywhere?). I took a lot of pictures of the surf and the beach and dried grasses and dogs romping in the waves, but it was this funny little scene that was the most amusing. Why is door number one sandbagged? The two doors sit on an even plane…is there some nefarious treasure behind door number one that someone should investigate? Whatever the case, this just made me smile.
