My original title was: “Loser”… too unkind. It could’ve happened to me.
Well, maybe wind challenged? Umm…? So this played out next to us. Poor guy. A small kid. Don’t get scorched. Put up an umbrella. Of course, if you are a tourist to the beach, go cheap. And light (weight). And, you get what you pay for. Throw good money after bad…? You can rent: hourly, daily, week – an umbrella, beach chairs. A good looking young woman will even plant the umbrella and take it away. Easy. No muss, no fuss. Ok, not a loser. Amateur! It was fun to watch. I made up a whole side bar narrative to go along with the pics. Bottom line – go with a better umbrella.
We hit a day with nice waves. Kids or not? It’s not easy to get this shot. The waves break big. Or not. I am great at getting the wave picture when they are small. I started counting the cycle. About every fifth or sixth wave was big. My camera wouldn’t focus. I had to pre-focus. I got a lot of duds. And I got a few that were ok. Timing. It’s all about timing. I have been trying. It’s a work in progress. It’s oh so deceptively easy. Not!
The lifeguards have to carry their own stuff down to the beach each morning. And they train. I assume it’s the lifeguards who train, running and swimming along the beach each day. They police forbidden activity, perform basic first aid, and rescue errant swimmers. It’s a lot of responsibility. I, once passed the exam for lifeguard in New York City. Too many applicants, not enough positions. I was offered a job on the waterfront in a summer camp. I wonder why I turned it down?
Jessop’s Tavern has been our favorite by the sheer number of return visits. I have seen but have never tried the Shepard’s pie. Most recently sister Jane tried it. She nibbled and took the rest with her. She doesn’t believe in ‘doggie bags’ but we coaxed her and I carried it out of the restaurant. The portion was larger than my head. Needless to say, I did not finish it either. This was my first attempt. I’m trying to be cognizant of sensible portion control. For a Shepard’s pie this is a showstopper no doubt.
How do you film a ghost? Good question. Good answer. …’cause I don’t know. It’s not easy. The questions begs an answer. There’s not much to see… or to effectively record. I suppose that’s the answer too. Confused? I might yet be buried here. It’s a former church site that has been designated a national historic landmark property but they did not landmark the building. The church was collapsing. The solution? Ghost church. I’ve never seen nor heard of one. It’s surely different. It’s in the middle of nowhere. So, I doubt there will be many folks visiting. Now you know about as much as I do without resorting to an internet search.
Follow up: They painted it. I have mixed feelings about the paint job. It does stand out. I suppose it might even look spooky on a moonlit night.
I found it curious that the gull sat on the sign. He let me take his picture. So, I did. It was a beautiful sunny day. I’m glad to see the gulls are following the rules.
Look what I’ve done! The concept and planning have been going on for more than a year. The base was built in one afternoon back in December 2017. Then the project sat in the garage until August 25. From then on the bookcase was slowly assembled. The biggest problem was wrestling large pieces of wood. The assembly was painstaking. It’s solid. It’s straight. It’s huge. You might ask, why hoard all of your old medical books? I am retired. It’s not like I’m going to start working again. There is still space remaining for more though I would sorely like to downsize. I read ebooks now. Otherwise, the paperback collection would be considerably more. Hey! It’s pretty. Finished. Next project? Yes, there will be a next project. Meanwhile, some might question the notion of starting with something so big. At last, after considerable time (years) I feel like I’ve moved in.
Similar to my previous post this image was serendipitous. I carry a camera constantly close within reach. This spider was crawling about on the container. I shot and shot. Its body was partly translucent and detail is poor at the front. But look at the web that trails. No other shot I took shows this. It’s cool. I don’t get this shot despite all the spiders that live in my garden and home.
A pair of barn swallows built a nest beneath the eve of my garage. They were devilishly difficult to photograph. My best effort got their open mouths as mom flitted in for a brief moment. They did not appreciate my presence. I could only get a shot or two. Otherwise the parents stayed away. They were more patient than I. I gave up and left a good image for another day. The kids got to eat in peace.
Baby ospreys? There are a lot of nesting pairs along the road. They perch in high isolated nests. Traffic passes and they don’t seem to mind.
How do baby birds learn to fly? There were four in the nest. They basically crowded the nest until there was no space left. And one day we saw them flying about. It’s darned hard to capture a bird in flight. Yes, sure, we see Nat Geo specials all the time. I am your basic amateur. Gotcha! I got this shot on my iPhone! Yes, my kids have taught me well. I looked for the shot on my Canon point and shoot. It wasn’t there. I found it on my iPhone. I’m better than I thought. If only I could remember where the car keys went.
Glassblowing. Scientific glass blowing. I didn’t know that this was an occupation. Two. Two in a row. Yup. Two in one day. Only yards apart and neither seemed to notice each other. Scientific? Well, that’s an Erlenmeyer flask getting an attachment. Why? Industrial manufacturing technique should be way more efficient. But this custom guy does repairs and specialty work. It’s a living. Notice: I was told to wear violet glasses. They work! The yellow color is removed. It helps to see the glass better while he’s working on it. To me it’s just a neat trick since I’m photographing. How? Just put the violet glass over my camera lens. Ha! I’ve done this before. Jules taught me the trick. We held a pair of binoculars up to the camera lens. Would you believe that?
We come to New Castle (est 1651) because it retains its colonial charm in its old homes and cobblestone streets. I shouldn’t say too much. It’s been our secret. Our favorite restaurant was mentioned in Delaware magazine. Fortunately, it didn’t work and we can still get a reservation with relative ease. And all of this explanation is just an excuse to show off more flower photos. It’s kind of like hiding the peas in the mashed potatoes.
I gave you the name of the town, not the restaurant. That’s for you to investigate. It’s still charming. We don’t have to try hard for a reservation.
The town makes a seasonal display. It’s spring. It’s tulip time. At least they can know that I appreciate all their hard work and effort. Lately, Delaware has been in the news. It’s been on the top ten list of places that are boring and no fun at all. Nice. It’s kind of private here. The beaches are not too crowded. There’s no sales tax. I never sit in traffic jams. I admit that there is a dearth of places to eat out. But, I’ve become a better cook. My blood pressure is down and my attitude much improved. Yeah, don’t come here, it’s awful!
The funny thing is that less than half a mile away on US 1 it was bright and sunny. We went down to say “Hello” to the ocean. I haven’t really realized how much this means to me until now. Thanks.
And there was fog. It’s like London without the crowds. Okay, so don’t fall down laughing. I can’t think of another analogy. But, it’s neat. I’m glad we went.
A garden folly is something that is placed/constructed in a garden to cause the viewer to pause. It’s an architectural feature of a garden. I think “gazebo.” Then, think far more creatively. We saw a whole bunch. Why folly? It ain’t a “show.” Who knows? That’s what they call ‘em. If I had more time, I’d consider lounging about for a spell.
Yes, this castle-like structure was built as a garden folly. Go figure. You can climb it. It was designed with a wide stair to allow people to climb and descend easily.
Today, it ain’t about the picture. This is generic. You been there? I have. Done that. Done as in past tense. It’s the Washington beltway. I don’t envy the poor souls traveling in the opposite direction. All my life I traveled from Manhattan to the suburbs to work (against the rush hour flow). Ok! But it was still a royal pain in the ass. You always encountered traffic. I paid extra toll to go through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel just so I wouldn’t have to battle the rude drivers merging in at the Brooklyn Bridge.
Nowadays I just go. Go! Yeah! I rarely have to sit and stew in traffic. Do you know how many hours I’ve done in my lifetime? Years! I’ve sat in my car literally for years. If you calculate the miles you’ve driven… Oh my! Yes! I have sat in the car for years. No s**t Sherlock. So, to all of you who still sit in traffic, my sympathies. I am free! Yes, occasionally I sit. Not often. Thank you. Have you guessed yet, that I’m pretty happy about that?
Single cable suspension bridges – they are the style. Someday they will be dated. Meanwhile they look like the latest greatest. We come. We go. I try to get a pic as we cross. Sometimes the lighting is sweet. Yes, don’t try this one. I’m shooting through the window as I drive along. I was trying to think of what category to list these pics. I guess it would be ‘ultimate street photography.’
February 21, it was a record day all around (72F). Ice skating rinks closed for the day in NYC– melted. It was a record here too. A walk on the beach? Of course! Old people, young people. A good time was had by all. Warm sun, balmy, the smell of salt air, a gentle breeze, what more could you ask for in the middle of winter? There ain’t no climate change… there ain’t no climate change… there …
They are dime a dozen in the neighborhoods of NYC. Not so in DE. It was interesting though restrained. Caricatures were painted on the walls for us to guess their identities. Yes, a chocolate egg cream – no milk. It wasn’t Kosher. You could get meat and dairy. Over the top? How about a 1 pound éclair? Right!
I’m not sure eating here would give you a proper representation of NYC. But, it’s solid cooking and it works for us. Here’s to a proper chocolate egg cream and a 1 pound eclair.
The museum in Dover has been a bargain. We go for exhibitions. Openings are fun. They serve food! Free! Yum! I’m there for the food. Ha! Really, we’re there for the art?! In celebration of Black history month this exhibit was mounted. Free food! Ok, good art too. Fine art! Fine.
And the kicker? They had another “meet the artist” event a few weeks later. More free food! I guess old habits never die.
I was a moderately poor sleep deprived neurosurgery resident so so many decades ago. We were constantly trolling for food. I learned to sleep an extra ten minutes in the morning by drinking down Ensure or Sustacal instead of eating a proper breakfast. Yup! Yuck! But the chocolate flavor tastes vaguely like a “shake” if you cool it in the fridge. In the evening my chief resident would order seven dinners for the NICU patients – one for each patient. Mostly the patients were not yet cleared to eat. No matter. We would pick through the trays making a meal for ourselves as we prepared for evening rounds. He knew to go to the VA Hospital in the morning where we could get another free meal (breakfast). There, I learned that he ate scrambled eggs with ketchup. Nope, not me. But the food was always welcome. The old habits never die. I arrive at a buffet and get to eating promptly before the potions and choices dwindled. Yup! Free food!
It seems I am up too much and way too early. I have dreams. These days they wake me. Early morning color lasts but moments. In the time, it takes for me to grab my camera the light has already changed. Nonetheless it’s dramatic. I’ve missed a lot of sunrises in my life. Most days I don’t get morning glow like this. But when you see something this mesmerizing, It’s impossible not to take a shot. Priceless!
Fire and Ice. It’s hard to put on a winter festival with ice in 61-degree weather. It’s a bald face attempt to bring foot traffic to downtown. Commerce. Business. Money. To be sure someone benefited. Someone paid. People came. They saw, they ate, they purchased. We arrived on the second day; the melt had begun. Ice sculpting is temperature dependent. Five Olympic rings were only two in the late afternoon. More telling was the makeshift ice rink that used white plastic instead of ice. Hey, there’s no refrigeration, just a lot of good intention.
This show was in early February. Yesterday, February 21 was 72 here. No, nope, there ain’t no global warming. The last time it was this warm in NYC was back in the 1930’s. Um, yup, the hundred year heat spell….
I live at a cross road. Morning skies are always interesting. Count ‘em. Too numerous to count. I’m in the middle of tbings, but not really. I liken it to living on a golf course and not playing a single round. I’m ok with it. I don’t mind not having to battle TSA and crowded planes and baggage claim and… Sure, I’ll fly again. Meanwhile, I enjoy the myriad of jet trails that cross my skies. Of course, as a kid (8 or so) I used to run from under planes passing overhead with the belief that I did not want to be there if someone overhead flushed the toilet.
It’s not a good photo. I could improve it with means. I’m not bothering. It’s okay. It’s about the story. 2014. No. 2015. Was it? Gee time passes quickly. Valentine’s Day. Get it? Don’t try. I’m being obtuse. However… we were in this same restaurant again recently. I think it’s the second time for me (in this restaurant). It’s not Valentine’s. But I am there again with the same folks; yes,… and with my very significant other. The last time it was on the eve of our buying a house in Delaware. Prior to that, I had never even been in Delaware. And the topper? I was asked, “So how do you like the neighborhood?” just as I was driving in Delaware for the first time. Oh brother! You can’t make this stuff up. So, it was nice to have a steak once again. Meanwhile, my companion has gone vegetarian since then. She ate the risotto.