Portrait of artist, artist's mother, sister, and father.

Pretty much embodies
the best advice, ever for the college graduate.
Out East.
From just yesterday, on the very easternmost part of the north part of Long Island:

Gorgeous, gorgeous little cove for swimming.

Eel grass. Fantastic name, oui?

A skyline shot, à la
Dooce, whose photos (like
this one) I quite admire.

Feet. Mine. But of course.

Taking this one was fun, because I was lying down.

Jellyfish. There were tons of these little guys, far too early in the season, so we were told. The proximity of the things, combined with the sting brought on by saltwater, produced a condition Jo named "psychosomatic jellyfish," or, as I prefer to think of it,
scyphozoa psychosomatica. Excellent name for a band, either way.

Finally, some floating seaweed.
Next time, perhaps, some photos with people in them.
For my mother.

(She loves moss. Or so she claimed on our last vacation.)
Let's go crazy.
Haven't posted anything interesting here in a while, so to continue the trend, here are three photos I took with my cell phone camera.

Oooo. Our tv-room bookshelf. Now in x-ray vision!

She's sleeping right next to me...

...very happy indeed. If you look closely, on the floor in the background you can see some of the ms. I'm proofreading. Breaking my back on a Saturday night, to pay the bills. Kids, don't let anyone tell you that getting a PhD is easy. Or fun.
Oh, and...

I took this one with my "real" camera. I love this sign---it's perfect. A dog. On the tracks. Shuts down trains starting at Barking. How. perfect. is. that?