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Just five days from now, at 7:28am, the sun will reach its northernmost point along the ecliptic. Summer will officially begin, and oddly enough this year we have a few scattered unrented weeks during the season. The savvy reader will surmise that we are willing to negotiate a price (*) and will consider what a special vacation is a week on the island. Particularly this time of the year, when the sun is high in the sky and the island is full of the fragrance of flowers.

Meanwhile, we the owners are no fools. If the house is sitting idle, we will find a way to get there.

(*) Our managers, Ballard Hall Real Estate, can be reached at (401) 466-8883. No more self-serving advertisements, I promise!

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I wish I could post to this blog just how sweet the air smells on the island. The wild roses and the rosa rugosa are blooming. This is the air that God meant for us to breathe. What a blessing!

The weather was unsettled last weekend; the sunset was spectacular early but faded out as a cloud bank moved in from the west. There were thunderstorms that night.

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As seen from our deck, the sun now sets to the north of the lighthouse as it approaches the summer solstice. This series of photos, taken between 7:30 and 8:00pm on May 15th, suggest that we will enjoy late northern sunsets for the next ten weeks. We or our tenants, that is. You lucky people who get to summer on the island.

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I am so far behind in posting my sunset pictures that I think I will never catch up. So many wonderful pictures! So little time!

Here’s a picture from May 6, 2010 that’s pure visual cotton candy. Enjoy!

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Wow. I’m finally nearing the end of the weekend of April 2, 2010. The photographs in this post were taken just an hour or two later than those in last week’s post.

More than a month has passed since I captured this sunset.

I wonder how far north the sun will have moved in this time. If the weather permits, we’ll see this weekend.

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I do like sunglades.

With sunlight dancing on the water, I strolled around near the house, camera in hand. There was a wonderful sunset on April 2nd, but those photos will have to wait as instead I bring you an afternoon’s sun magic.

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It’s a gift, that’s what it is.

I realize this almost every time I look at the sky. The sky is filled with unutterable, incomprehensible, exquisite beauty. I don’t know whether this beauty is inherent in the sky itself or in how we humans are wired to perceive it, but that doesn’t really matter, does it? Because either way … it is given to us.

So here is another ordinary everyday breathtaking sunset on Block Island. April 1, 2010. We are blessed.

I especially like how the sun image reflects in Sachem Pond.

Later, the breeze picked up a little, ruffling the pond. But the sky show went on.

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Sunrise at the Golden Grove

April 3, 2010

It’s 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday, a day I’d hoped to sleep late. But it was 24-karat sunshine angling into the bedroom window, that worth-more-per-ounce-than-you-have-money-in-the-bank kind of light, and it drew me out of bed just as surely as if they were giving out thousand-dollar bills on the beach.

There aren’t many places on the island from which you can see both sunrises and sunsets over the ocean.

This house is one of the few.

To the west, the lighthouse glowed in the dawn light. Quite a different sight from when the fog rolled in that evening–see last week’s post.

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What a beautiful weekend on the island! I’ll have a couple of great sunsets and a delicious sunrise to ease the nostalgia sometime when we’re far away, but for today I’d like to share Saturday’s stunning weather phenomenon. In the early afternoon we were in town and noticed how a brooding grey fog bank blanketed the shores of America, while on the island it was sunny and warm. But later in the day a fog rolled in out of the west, shrouding the North Light in mystery.

Later, the fog thickened, a dark roiling grey lying on the sea just beyond the dunes of the National Seashore.

Then it closed in.