A feature of the resort I had not expected was a long fishing pier (see picture below). The day I arrived, I took a late night walk down the pier. It was a cloudy night with a full moon and few people actually fishing. I wrote a modest poem about this experience called “Pier.” You can read it on Lionel Deimel’s Farrago.

Lovely poem, and great photo. "Over the water, bright strips of moon/Pierce the clouds."
ReplyDeleteWill look forward to hearing about the conference.
BruceR