Day 329 - a Year by the Sea

As people moved into the Boston Basin and filled up all the empty space, more land was created by fill. Slowly but surely the large marshes were whittled away and broken up into small bits and pieces. Close to Belle Isle Marsh (one lucky survivor), another portion called Wood Island was taken by the airport and nearly disappeared. A very small portion remains right next to the airport and sitting on an old piling, this Great Blue Heron was resting in the bright sun. There were ducks paddling through the wet grass and the active runway was only several hundred yards away. A busy Sunday morning at Logan. Usually I see the planes pass overhead at Belle Isle but here at Wood Island, the planes were taking off with great noise as this old timer with no jet engines was just enjoying a nap.

Ciao!

-Jorge

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