"In the night...the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl which is not of pain and hopelessness and fear of being plucked out the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still. When I hear it resounding through the woods, and then the five black pellets of its song dropping like stones into the air, I know I am standing on the edge of the mystery, in which terror is naturally and abundantly part of life, part of even the most becalmed, intelligent, sunny life--as for example, my own. The world where the owl is endlessly hungry and endlessly on the hunt is the world in which I live, too. There is only one world."
Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Fulton Shrimp

On the way home from Alamo we spent a couple of days in Fulton Beach (hint: Thar ain't no beach in Fulton Beach). What there is are nearby birds at Goose Island and Aransas NWR, and fresh fish and shrimp on the upper deck of Charlotte Plumber's seafood restaurant. There are other places in Texas, even in Fulton, where you can eat good shrimp, but sometimes location is everything.

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Lorna on the upper deck selecting her shrimp and beer.


I am not certain why, color photos are great for birds or pretty women, but there is something about hard working people that begs to be recorded with B &W photos. Here are some from this year and last year, mostly from the docks and roof deck at Charlotte Plumber's seafood restaurant.



 Eat well, - Gunnar