Monday, June 25, 2007
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. ¶ 3:28 PM
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. ¶ 3:28 PM
