Kite-boarding at Philbin

Feeling a little stir-crazy on Thursday, I headed up-Island in my newly scoured and vacuumed (following hauling two loads of brush and debris to the dump) Grand(ma) Caravan. I even remembered to grab the big gun with the 600mm lens on my way out the door.

First stop: Squibnocket; cold and very windy. Almost too windy to hold the small Lumix.



Then, onward to Gay Head.

Imagine my excitement when I caught a glimpse of these colorful flowers blooming above Philbin Beach. A sight for sore eyes, indeed, especially since I had the big camera and lens with me.

I'll admit that this old surfer lives vicariously through these youngsters - my heroes.