On The Cape, there was little rain to speak of this summer. Great for the vacationers, not so for the gardeners. For the farmers, it's been just awful.
We had some spells of humidity so heavy that the air breathed wet. The breeze, and I use the term loosely, reminded my of my dog's breath after he's been working hard. That is not a pleasant thing to feel any time, but it's particularly dreadful if you aren't expecting it. Same with the tropical air that hit us hard on three occasions this summer.
When the cloud cover was thick, and the air even thicker, it was impossible to see where the ocean ended and the horizon began. The skies were grey, blue, purple and the fog just lay out there unmoving on top of the water. From time to time the blue heavens broke through, but in the end it took a change of wind to finally clear it out. Rather than fight it, I tried to paint it.
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