ABSTRACT
As I look out the front window of my house, I tend to absorb the beauty of the scene. There is a beautiful oak tree out there next to the dock. The dock juts out into a cove. If it is summer, there is a swim platform floating fifty or so feet across the inlet, and if it is daytime, people, especially children, can be found playing in the water. To the left, the inlet opens onto the river, a shallow half-mile-wide estuary with clamming and moored boats, posts with osprey nests, and navigational signs and buoys.
