Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I'm Holding on to that Teenage Feeling

A Weekend type of weekend.
Last, last weekend.
Not Labor Day weekend,
the weekend before that.

There was record shopping and B.L.T. eating.
If you live within a 10 mile radius of the sound of my voice,
you've heard me yap about this B.L.T.
It's worth mentioning.

Then, of course, the Island.

We arrived. Ready for action.
You can see it in James's eyes; he's itchin' for a fight.

We wait our turn on the carousel.

Things really pick up when we head down to the water.

It was a perfect night, cool, but still summer.
The Atlantic ocean was plenty warm.
The sky was still overcast, and the beach abandoned.

This is the aftermath.

Hmm, better still; fall is the aftermath.

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