Right

Sidetracked!

I traveled to Philly in search of some Pho (Fuh),

but drove past Reading Terminal, wait......... huh?

I had a roast pork sandwich at Tommy Dinic's (Dinitch's),

who uses broccoli rabes insteads of spinaches.

Knowing I was close to Siu Kee Duck House,

I bought 3 wings and 2 quails, (not 2 grouse).

The roasted fowl all hung in the window with care,

with hopes that Baydog soon would be there.

The aroma it encircled my head like a wreath,

and left grease on my fingers and a bone in my teeth.

No Vietnamese beef noodle soup this time down.

But it's only 35 minutes to Chinatown!

Norton

Perpetual

Perpetual trophy

Perpetual Vision

Perpetual adoration

Photography for Bloggers: Second Opinion

Don't be afraid to look like a photo-blogging geek.  If you want 

some good shots, you have to be nosy sometimes.  When I show

up at Beaton's any more, I think they all pretty much know another

post is coming.  Not that they all rush to read it.

Silent Maid's dinghy Maid Service.

Hoist pit at Beaton's.  I can't even begin to imagine how many

classic boats have sat here, including my not so classic Merit 25

a bunch of times.

It wouldn't be a true visit if I didn't walk to the end of the T dock

and say hello.  She enjoyed my presence.  The skipper was

nowhere to be found.

Doryman, you've shown interest in this old girl before.

Catboat row, surprisingly still full two weeks ago.

I had a feeling I'd find Charley in here after having come back

north from the winter in the Florida Keys and Beyond.

It's almost like these guys expect to be chronicled once in a while.

Paul took it in stride that I was behind him snapping photos.

I no longer feel like I'm intruding.

Myth has been a popular subject lately in our little group of 

Barnegat Bay bloggers.

Charley sanding the teak hatch covers from his Tartan 27.  Having 

just recently sold the boat, he was doing some last minute sprucing

and hoping that the new owner would treat her with as much respect.

He reminds me of another guy who took great pride in his work.

Accidental cool photo.  Standing in the rain outside of the main shed,

I took this picture of Charley sanding and later saw my own reflection

in the window pane.  There must be a certain name for that.

Charley's Tartan.  Just the teak and the bottom needed attention

and delivery was around the corner.

Responsibility

There's been a distraction of sorts lately that's been preventing

me from spending any meaningful time doing what I've come to

really enjoy:  blogging.  It involves engaging my brain and tapping 

my experience and creative juices in order to justify a paycheck 

that I am once again depositing on Fridays.  This requirement 

severely reduces the countless free hours to which I had become 

quite accustomed. I log on much less frequently these days, and 

often feel as if the blogosphere is passing me by.  I know this 

happens to most folks at some point in their blogging lives, 

and I'd rather get this out of the way now and look forward to a 

more prolific presence in the near future.  

Presently, I survive vicariously through my friends' posts.

Luckily, they all continue to provide fresh, original content for me

to pore over at the end of the night, while eating my re-heated 

slices of Buffalo-Chicken pizza and garlic knots.  

This could certainly be the death of me.  I must be strong.

Photography for Bloggers: First Opinion

Wow.  The Blogmeister is asking his disciples for advice on ways 

to use original photography instead of always going to the Google

Images archives.  My first opinion on this topic is:  Have your

camera (or iphone) with you at all times.  How often have you

been somewhere and thought, this would be a great subject

for a blog post?  After you've caught the blogging bug, you're 

more often than not on the lookout for that unique opportunity

to snap a photo or two of something you've happened to stumble

upon, or more likely, what you thought you might see in your

endeavors.  Guilty as charged.  

I've seen this sign dozens of times over the years in the men's head

at Beaton's Boatyard.  It hangs over the urinal.  On Monday, as I

almost always do when I visit, I drove directly to the bathroom

building to get some relief before beginning my sniff around the

hallowed grounds.  I actually went back to the car to get the camera

and snapped this shot.  After all these years, I finally did what I 

always thought I should have done.  Hopefully both of you

readers will appreciate my effort.

Have your camera (or iphone) with you at all times.