Some days are meant for dreaming amongst the rhythmic waves and chunks of cotton candy clouds.
Where your thoughts are all your own until the Eagles interrupt the water's surface and haul out the catch of the day.
The sun paints it's reflection on the singing shifting water.
The wind hides and follows and tries to bully the sailor to shore. But the sailor has made friends with all of the elements and can tell the vessel where to go.
The adventure is limitless...
Dinah Lee, I can see my boat slip from here. I don't put my boat out till next month. Great shot!
Paul- Does it. I have heard that before. I would love to visit Maine-Dinah Lee
William- Are you one of those guys that LIVES for opening day? Fishing is a blast. I was surprised at how good I was a catching them in the river. I had 12 my brother -0. He could not quit laughing when I had to clean mine...yuck!-Dinah Lee
My owning-a-boat days are over. Simply too much maintenance for this old body. However, I do maintain a cadre of friends who have boats so that they can invite me out to make them some good nachos on the water.
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