Simply Blue Sky!

The weather has turned back to rain for the next day or so. Yet, many are still glowing (perhaps too much sun?) from last weekend's gorgeous weather. Here are a few pictures from Good Harbor Beach on Sunday.

Simply Blue Sky!

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Simply A Weekend!

The evening of the July Gloucester Block Party was a perfect night for a boat ride in the harbor. The seas were flat with just a little bit of wind blowing and only a few boats were out and about.

Someone decided to have an "on-the-water" Block Party! I believe we counted over 8 rafted up to the Voyager.

Simply A Weekend!

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Simply Surfing Fun!

More pictures from Good Harbor Beach on the first "real summer" weekend of this year.

Surfing Waves

I step in to the water
With my swimsuit on and my surfing board in my hand
I start with a simple paddle
Waiting patiently for the waves to start
Here comes one, a good one to start with
I paddle faster, and this time I am headed towards it
It’s here! I rapidly stand up and am in the tube of water
The tube is starting to fade I have to get out!
The exit is a little far about a meter or two
I get my courage together and head out
Crash! The wave collapse behind me
I head to shore, and lie on the warm sand
A little afterwards I look up and shout
“Here comes another one!”
I rise for the sand and into the water
To have a thrilling ride again

Simply Surfing Fun!

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Simply Summer For The Soul

The Ocean
Written by Kathy Bishop

I found a wonderful place for me to be
Down by the ocean, where my spirit's set free
The gentle breeze blowing the mist upon my face
As the waves crash on the rocks all over the place
Foot prints are covered by the incoming tide
As surfers try catching that perfect ride
The smell of the water is so fresh and new
The color changes from green to blue
When the surf is high with peaks so white
And the sun is shining with a glare so bright
As I feel your love I know I'm not alone
And the echos' I hear are calling me home
Home to where you are waiting for me
And together we'll travel down to the sea
The sea where all life truly began
Thanks to the Lord, the Father of man
So whenever you feel the beginning of doubt
Remember the truth of what life's all about
There's no guarantee, you can only pray for the best
Have faith in the Lord, and He'll do the rest

Just five more minutes, please?

The colors of summer.

Simply Summer For The Soul

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Simply Fun In The Sun!

July.
Good Harbor Beach.
Summertime.

It's here!

Ocean Song
Written by Karma Wilson

Hot day, high sun.
Watch me swim;
watch me run!
Brown sand, blue sky.
Catch me if you dare try!
Warm wind, salt air.
I am free, without a care.
Smooth shell, ocean song.
Do you hear it?
Dance along!
High waves chasing me;
I wave back--goodbye sea!

Simply Fun In The Sun!

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Simply Sail Away!

What summers were made for and the memories these young sailors will have many years from now!

Come Sail Away
Performed by Styx
Written by Dennis Deyoung

I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on

I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on

A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

Simply Sail Away!

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Simply Noah or Running Elephant?

Saw this little chipmunk sitting on an old windsurf board. Either Noah was just getting ready for the floods or was dreaming of being the next "Tony Elbow".

Judging by the his chunkiness, I'm guessing he's going the running elephant route.

Simply Noah the Running Elephant!

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Simply Milling About

Mill River on a sunny, July afternoon.

Digging for clams? Worms?

Simply Milling About.

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Simply Un-moving

There's something wrong with these pictures.
Here's a small hint.
All were taken Fiesta Sunday afternoon.

The problem? All the boats are tied up instead of being out enjoying a sunny, Sunday afternoon on the water.

Then again, we haven't really had a sunny, Sunday afternoon this June!

Simply Un-moving!

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Simply Foggy Fiesta

Another foggy day in June, this time, a foggy Fiesta Sunday morning. Not too many people leaving the dock today.

Dead low tide at the marina.

The dictionary should include this picture for the term "hard aground"!

Simply Foggy Fiesta.

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Simply Tulips

A few pictures and poems about tulips to brighten your day while we await the sunny days of May.

A Tulip Garden
by Amy Lowell

Guarded within the old red wall's embrace,
Marshalled like soldiers in gay company,
The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry
Wheels out into the sunlight. What bold grace
Sets off their tunics, white with crimson lace!
Here are platoons of gold-frocked cavalry,
With scarlet sabres tossing in the eye
Of purple batteries, every gun in place.
Forward they come, with flaunting colours spread,
With torches burning, stepping out in time
To some quick, unheard march. Our ears are dead,
We cannot catch the tune. In pantomime
Parades that army. With our utmost powers
We hear the wind stream through a bed of flowers.

TULIPS
by Jennifer Scott

Touch the landscape with
Unified rows of pink, white and red. When the
Lips open, inviting dreamy afternoons and child’s play. Through
Ice and dreary weather, snuggled deep in the earth, waiting to
Perfume the night, first flowers of
Spring, of regeneration when color permeates all that is gray.

Thy fingers make early flowers
by e.e. cummings

Thy fingers make early flowers
of all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings,saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear,we will go amaying.
thy whitest feet crisply are straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says;singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?
To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death,thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing).

Simply Tulips

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Simply Reflecting on Rock Neck

The first Sunday of May brought the type of weather which had many shouting "Just rain, already and get it over with!" There was too much of a threat of rain for most of the day for any real outdoor plans, but the day also provided that "I should be doing something outside" angst for many.

Here are two reflections of boats on Rocky Neck waiting for a better day.

Simply Reflecting on Rocky Neck

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Simply Wing On Wing

For as long as there are boaters, there will always be the discussion of sailboats versus powerboats. Although I currently drive a powerboat, I'd rather be sailing.

One of my sailing mentors often stated it this way.

A powerboat will get you there in a hurry. With a sailboat, you are already there.

When sailing, you cannot make the wind blow or change its direction. You can, however, just as in life, adjust your sails to help get you where you are going.

With a powerboat, you often control the boat. With a sailboat, you become part of the boat.

Simply Wing On Wing

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