|Broad in daylight|
When worlds collide. Only in Block Island
|The culling begins|
|Point Judith, Galilee, from the Block Island Ferry|
|One last sail. New Harbor, Block Island|
|One more beach day. Scotch Beach.|
|Hannah's, the master|
|Hannah's, the Green Room|
Some mysteries remain: Who took down the new hammock and put up the old one? Why is the picnic table now close to the briar patch? What happened to the rocks in the outdoor fireplace? What happened to the dishtowels? Why were the clam rakes in the locked closet?
Still, the house remains, probably ready for a long winter's nap.