Photo-therapy

These strange times continue, approximately one week in. My consolation continues to be my walks - in and around town and beyond - and employing my Lumix to capture the world around me; the walking and creative efforts serving as distractions to an otherwise depressing situation, occasionally running into other humans out and about, walking the streets, all of us grateful to share a smile and a "hello" (from a distance, of course).



A splash of color is very welcome on a gray day.

This bench along the yellow trail at the Caroline Tuthill Preserve has no takers today. 

From a distance, I thought the swans were swimming among white buoys.



Anthier's Pond lies just over this hill.

A South Beach Sunset never disappoints. 

Sometimes we hope for empty streets and no traffic, but after a week's worth, it's getting old. 

Fishermen's Pier - different every day. 

Last Day of March

It doesn't get much grayer around here than it's been this week, does it? Oh well, brighter days are coming.

















I'm always glad to see Ralph Gross - this time, posed, appropriately, at Lenny's Drug Store corner. Ralph was pretty much the only other life form I encountered on my walk down-street on Thursday (the next time you see Ralph, be sure to ask him about his poetry - it's quite good).



A bit of welcome color at Fishermens' Pier.



Last day of scallop season [link] for 2010-2011.







Remember the Pent Lane house that was torn down [link] back in November? Here's its replacement.

Captive Audience

Captain Rob Morrison had a trio of young boys (along with a dock-full of bystanders) in the palm of his hand the other day while filleting the afternoon's catch of sea bass at Lower Main Street's fishermen's pier. The boys were especially intrigued by the post-mortem movements of the body-less fish, the scientific reasons for which - the workings of the piscatory nervous system - being handily explained by the captain. I was impressed with Rob's knowledge (I would later learn that he has a degree in marine biology), as well as with his easy-going way with the boys (which is no wonder, since it was not long ago that the captain himself was a boy knocking around these docks).