An osprey nest at Wellfleet harbor. Sunrise.
Fishermen lease acres of muck into which they bury oysters, clams, and quahogs
Seventy-seven year old Bob farms quahog oysters on two acres of land/water that he leases from Wellfleet. When he isn't farming oysters he's a lobster fisherman. In the spring he travels. This year its Cuba.
Eighteen pristine ponds, perfect for swimming, occupy the three mile corridor between Wellfleet and the Atlantic Ocean.
When Bob designed the house he also designed all the furniture, too.
An osprey nest at Wellfleet harbor. Sunrise.
Fishermen lease acres of muck into which they bury oysters, clams, and quahogs
Seventy-seven year old Bob farms quahog oysters on two acres of land/water that he leases from Wellfleet. When he isn't farming oysters he's a lobster fisherman. In the spring he travels. This year its Cuba.
Eighteen pristine ponds, perfect for swimming, occupy the three mile corridor between Wellfleet and the Atlantic Ocean.
When Bob designed the house he also designed all the furniture, too.