Today's Blog title is taken from Carl Sandburg's poem "Fog," a poem I've always kind of liked even though it doesn't rhyme, and as a rule I much prefer poems that rhyme. I have what I feel are compelling reasons for this view but this is not the time and place to discuss them.
Despite a foggy day we still spent some very agreeable time on the beach. In fact I was eager to get there for the unique photo opportunities. Unfortunately, after three shots my wonderful new camera signaled its battery was dead. So back to the condo I strolled to exchange it for my other pocket camera. On the street a man passed me in what looked like a home-made vehicle. He was lying on his belly on a mattress perched about five feet above the four wheels. He was shaded from the sun by a surf board mounted as a roof over him. He was dressed for surfing. Taking one hand off the joystick he waved to me and said Hello. And me with a dead camera. I felt sure I'd come across a two-headed lizard next.
Robin and Nathan made a sand-and-shell frog today. See above. Any resemblance to yours truly is strictly coincidental.
We dined out this evening at the nearby Lock and Key Restaurant and were accorded a seat by their aquarium, much to Nathan's delight. Mine too for that matter. Dinner was good. Too much food as is the custom in this part of the world.
After supper we all went for a quick visit to the beach again before calling it a day.
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