Okay, so Donna wasn’t THAT alone, nor was it a wide, wide sea. But the setting sun behind her made this photo impossible to pass up.
“Alone on a wide, wide sea…”
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Up before the dawn
The sun just began to show itself after we left Galilee bound for Westerly – about an hour’s ride one way. Ken had picked me up at the dock at 4:30AM (not a typo). An awesome way to spend a Sunday morning, despite not having any luck with our fly rods. We did see some Striped Bass breaking the surface around Watch Hill, but they weren’t paying any attention to us. But as they say, “a bad day of fishing is still better than a good day at work.” Both photos were taken with my iPhone.
Sky Rockets in Flight….
I can’t remember the last time we could see the fireworks at Old Mountain Field from our dock. The only downside to the light show was the gnat attack we had to endure. This Fourth of July also marked the first time the kids got their hands on sparklers – at the Vermette’s Fourth of July picnic and again at the beach house – thanks to Mrs. Cullinan (Nana’s friend). The shot below was taken from the dock using a 300mm lens.
Plug your ears and look up!
We brought the kids to their first Rhode Island Air National Guard Air Show today, and now I know why we didn’t take them sooner. They’re wise enough now to plug their ears at the first mention of F-18 Hornet. Click here for more photos of the show.
You and your big mouth.
A couple of baby Sparrows in the backyard birdhouse wait for mom’s return.
We’ve got the Blues…
Uncle Martin invited Eric and me for an evening of Bluefishing last night. We put the boat in the water in Cowesett, and then set out for waters near Rocky Point. An hour or two of trolling produced no results, so we headed back – but not before we tried one last time at the pilings. Success! We used a spoon, called a Crocodile, and a plug. Eric successfully landed his first Bluefish, and he’s eager to go back. And speaking of back, mine is killing me. That’s what warp factor 10 on a 17-foot Whaler will do to you. No pain, no gain.
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Last Cast
Eric preps his rod and lure for one last cast before we head home. We came up empty tonight. We often see fish breaking the surface at Brickyard Pond, but we’ve had no luck catching them. Not sure whether they’re Trout, Large Mouth Bass, or what, but they’re just not interested in our lures. Maybe next time.
Littlest Transformers
Christy received her mail-order caterpillars just over a week ago. And now? Now they’re Painted Lady Butterflies. Christy tells me she named each one, beginning with Christy Junior, of course. The caterpillars stayed in their shipping jar for a few days, until we could see them forming their chrysalises. Mom then transferred them to their mesh enclosure, where the same critters are now testing their wings.
Fake Out!
This Piping Plover was hit by some buckshot, or so it would have me believe. More like feigning a broken wing, as a diversionary tactic, because I must have been walking a little too close to its chicks. Eric and I actually saw the chicks yesterday. They looked like little brown cotton balls walking on tooth picks. Of course they hid, too well, when I returned with my camera today. I could not spot them for the life of me.
Splish-splashing explorers
The kids finally talked me into wading in the water at Brickyard Pond this past weekend. I’m not sure why I waited so wong to go wading; that’s my deliberate attempt at alliteration. More like illiteration. Click here to see some video of our brave explorers…
Long Days and Nights 