It’s Surf Week on Old Road Apples’ Summer Wonders–something I can’t do at all, but admire greatly. My friends would never surf with me–I’d wipe out and injure them all, probably before I even left the beach.
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It’s Surf Week on Old Road Apples’ Summer Wonders–something I can’t do at all, but admire greatly. Surfers on their boards often remind me of statues of Greek Gods and Goddesses.
From an article you can find at the LA Times here.
It’s Surf Week on Old Road Apples’ Summer Wonders–something I can’t do at all, but admire greatly. I’m not a selfie guy, but this one is fantastic.
It’s Surf Week on Old Road Apples’ Summer Wonders–something I can’t do at all, but admire greatly.
It rained ALL DAY here today–over 2″ of steady downpour from around 3 am to late afternoon, with occasional relapses into the evening. I sat around like a lump and wrote, read your blogs, deleted a lot of old email, and had Campbell’s Condensed Cream of Tomato Soup and a corn meal muffin for supper. 1500 words of novel written, too. Well, re-written from rough drafts–boring stuff there; no one died. My main character ate steak, potatoes, and sourdough bread and a nice grilled baby romaine, naked in a bathtub, chasing it down with whiskey and a good a Belgian wheat beer (that he demanded be served ice cold, much to the horror of his innkeeper)–well, not a Belgian, exactly, since that bathtub in on a partially terraformed frontier planet about as far from Earth as you can get without getting robbed by pirates, or the corrupt Navy that’s supposed to be it’s protector. But I I digress. We’re here for a restorative Summer Wonder photo–and after a day like today, there’s really no alternative to turning back to the beach for a traditional bright sunny stroll down the strand.
Random photos from the internet to you, via me.
About these posts and the photos in ’em: http://wp.me/p3AOvB-FN
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