It is Stanley's birthday today, so we decided to take a little walk. This is a little park where bird watchers go, people stroll through marshes and beaches, and climb the lighthouse.
I love marshes. My family is from marsh country, my mom's family, that is. They were also oyster men and farmers. I feel like reeds and brackish waters are some of the things that are "me," you know?
This is when I realized I'd forgotten Sean's epipen for his bee allergy.
This photo makes me think of the Beatles.
We all thought this looked like a giant bonsai tree.
Cattails are another one of those things that are a part of my makeup, I think.
Another thing that's me is irreverent things like scratched signitures on a "Do Not -" sign. I do my best to be reverent, I like reverence, but I also like irony and funny. Once in a public bathroom there was an automatic hand dryer, the blower type and a few instructions on the front. It read something like: Push 'On' button, hold hands under hot air. And someone scratched below that: Wipe hands on pants. I liked that.
However, I'm not quite irreverent enough (at least I'm not feeling it right now) to post the next picture in this sequence where I photographed Sean from behind as he watered the plants by the side of the boardwalk path. He's quite the naturalist.
I like my boots. It's the second time I've gotten to wear them this season. I think they make a statement, but I am not at all sure what it is.
The picture below I snapped right after some gigantic airplane of a bird flew across our path and landed in the water. You may not even be able to see it out there over the water. It almost looked like a swan. Do swans fly?
Next we went out onto the beach for the final leg of our walk. Next post.