Rainy Sunday Morning

I happened to be out and about this morning, camera in hand of course (sporting my favorite 50mm lens), and was lucky enough to catch these gems. Some days I come home with nothing - people see me with my camera and say, "Oh, are you out taking pictures?" "Nope, just taking a walk but I always have a camera with me, just in case." 
Rose, Plantingfield Way
Clematis trailing all over town means September is close at hand.
Rob Coad, seemingly just waiting for someone to come along and take his picture.
Memorial Wharf
Drat it all, I wasn't fast enough for these girls, not with an umbrella in my hand, anyway. I like this one nonetheless.

Down at the Docks

In the evening I like to ride my bike through town and down to the docks. I find the salt air and the locals and the fishermen - and the stories they tell - to be a welcome relief from the day's news and the confinement of my four walls and my own mind. What I found tonight was a serious case of derby fever, though I am told it's not the same derby without the bass. Seems that many things are not the same at the moment. The Tigress, colorful sail furled, and put to bed for the night. 
Janet Messineo, Island fisherwoman of legend. 
The ubiquitous Dennie Jackson, showing off his Katama University tee-shirt. 
What's in the bucket? Butterfish. Serious fishermen catch their own bait.