The Rookie, St. Martin, Sandia and Rain Bow are ready for captains. |
Quickly I grabbed my camera and bird dog for a little jaunt down to the docks. As soon as I got to the shoreline, the sun disappeared behind a large, rolling wave of fog. The temperature dropped from 65 degrees Fahrenheit, things got hazy, and my dog saw a cat underneath a F150 truck pulling me into the tailgate. Apparently, I'm not built Ford tough. But I carried on and took these shots.
One of the things I like most about the coast are the sounds of seagulls, the crashing waves against piers and the smell of shrimp and fish.
Christie captures the scene for her new exhibit. |
Further along my walk, a fisherman commented on my dog. "That's a really pretty dog," he said. "She looks like a really good hunting dog."
"Yes, it would appear so," I told him. "But she really only hunts for her bowl of food and a warm, soft bed to sleep in."
This is another thing I like about living on the coast. The people, whether visiting or living here, leave the real world of cubicles, Blackberry's and deadlines far behind.
Wondering if I can get some wildflower shots in the next few days. Although Texas had one of the worse droughts in a century, the bluebonnets are in full bloom covering the road shoulders in blue.
The Wondering Texan
A pile of oyster shells. |
Looking for a few good fish. |
Weathered by the salt and sea air. |
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