|| Morning Walk

Foggy Day

I was happy that the weather changed, very out of the ordinary, within a meal, the sky turned from clear blue to foggy grey. I didn't notice the transition at all, just like that, so very unpredictable. The guests were rushing to go inside the bar, and we were forced to stay outside, my feet getting colder. But I always like greyish weathers, rainy days, gloomy days, I believe they offer a chance of tranquility that people don't always get from the sunny days. I had to wear on my fleece jacket, and it was perfectly appropriate, to stay outside, the protection made me free of the environmental changes, which are not necessarily not welcomed.


Wearing Marmot Fleece

I posed for this shot, wasn't satisfied with many that had been taken the day before. I have to admit that I was disappointed, myself being sometimes too serious about the perfection of a job. My wish, however, was proved to be rather offensive, yeah, there is a little bit of that. But more shots were taken with the same setting, in the hopes of that more volumes will generate a higher probability of getting something better. They did, but I actually have no place for them here, so they become a waste. Like the details in the product, if without a certain appreciation, the performer gets discouraged.


Coming to north shore

Slowing driving up to the north of the Wasterside Inn, we saw less development. At the bay side, rental houses own the docks well extended into the water, becoming a private and seclusive playground of some sort. There are small and local businesses situated along the roadside, and we went to one on the Bebee road, a Rick Howard fresh seafood and produce, recommended by the landlady. The north side of this island is more tranquil and calm, even the business looks that way.


Favorite Fishing Girl


Early Morning Stand

I couldn't skip a morning walk every day here, just stepping on the wooden floors made me like the day, the place, the walk. The air smelled sea-ish, but I get used to it after a while, also enjoy looking at the men working on their ships and boats and docking and undocking. I very much admired these men, their physical appearances, their handiness, their ease of living a different life, imagining that one day I would have the same liberty of not caring for a stranger's eye. It's an expensive habit, I know, you've got to be rich to possess this certain something, or the lack of something.