On the way to work, it occurred to me that I'd not seen the Atlantic in a few weeks, so I made a side-trip to Coast Guard Beach in Eastham. The clouds were building more by then and a gray pallor seemed to fall over our day.
Around the Coast Guard station, lots of these little blue chicory blossoms were holding forth in the lawn. I just love these guys.
Seaside goldenrod lives up to its name.
