An incredibly beautiful day, I need to exercise and there's an empty beach.
The perfect day for a long walk so see what I can see
The smallest, simplest things catch my eye
...and then I see this dude surfing in January. Is it the winter version of "Endless Summer"?
Love is in the air
Getting closer to the halfway mark
and the other side of there
someone's hungry (me too)
Recycling tires into a reef seemed like a great idea in 1977 - not so much today.
Tide's coming in
He and I agree - no vehicles on the beach
Five beach ladies
Two heads are better than one
lunch time on the Top deck
Give us this day, our daily bread (but don't eat those carbs)
...and a simple reminder of those who taught me the love of this place - a jury-rigged sink handle....exactly how my grandfather, "Big Tom", would make a repair where function was always more important than form...
...and something blue.
Blackbeard wouldn't approve
Let freedom ring
Little red corvette (a/k/a a booze-scooter)
Old Yeller...new yeller...or really, really yeller?
Beach cabana (and I'm getting closer to home)
Let the sunshine in (hippie genes showing)
Tippecanoe and Andrew too
57 + 12
Pathway to heaven
Can't wait 'til spring
Progress across the street
Bozo (thanks to a very windy day) is finally home.
Feeling more than just a little smug
....and now off to the movie (I'm going to walk there too).
Update: I just returned home from The Post and can't recommend this movie highly enough. It underscores the importance of a free press and reminds me how lucky I am to work with, be friends with, be married to and be the father of strong women.
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