ooh — that’s gotta hurt
One summer morning a couple years ago I got up early to chase the fabled “Cape light” at nearby Ballston Beach. I was expecting most of the action to be in the marsh around the headwaters of the mighty Pamet River, or on the beach itself where you can watch the rising sun play on the water and the dunes.
So I was surprised to get sidetracked by this intrepid snail before I even got out of the parking lot. It must have been traveling at a furious pace to churn up all that sand behind it. The juxtaposition of that sinuous trail with the straight lines from the tire tracks is what makes this composition work.