A little foul weather doesn’t keep me from my morning stroll.
Poseidon was trying to give us an ocean storm, but his heart wasn’t in it.
At the foot of the Powder Point Bridge, aiming at Duxbury Proper.
Looking for the distance limit on my camera phone… yup, it’s right about there.
If I zoom in enough, I do OK…
The Powder Point Bridge, as much as I love it, looks like a fishing pier that they got the measurement wrong on to the extent that it reached the other end of the bay.
I am more punk than gangsta, which is the reason why I did not steal this unattended police vehicle for my own personal use. I know my limits.
See what I mean about it being a really big fishing pier?
Lobsters do not walk upright, but the horizontal lobster wouldn’t be as effective as an advertising tool.
I should have led off with this…
Alicia Fox, in the house… OK, under it.