an infrequent repository of mostly new stuff
Saturday morning was a cold rain. By mid-afternoon a serious cold front was moving through, and with it winds gusting to 30+. Not a great day for trying to raise the rig for the first time. So I ripped out the ’90s jacuzzi tub from the master bath, instead. Done and done.
Melonseed Hull.
Fairing with a longboard and cabinet scraper.
March 29, 2009
Lightning #2833 sees another Spring
Been waiting for this a long time. Easter weekend was grey and chilly, but not enough to stop me from getting Lightning #2833 in the water for the first time. Redbuds are blooming, a startling purple popping out in the still bare woods, a pale green haze of new growth is just starting to show low on the hillsides when the evening light is just right. Seems fitting this old boat should be reborn now.
On this first trip we weren’t getting too ambitious. Just wanted to get her in the water, test the centerboard raising apparatus, and cruise around a bit with the trolling motor. So I spent a few hours on Saturday checking things over again, adding registration numbers, adjusting the improvised motor mount, etc.. That left only a couple of hours of daylight, but that was enough.
Little Old Man
“Monsieur Oyster” by Panthalassa – NOWNESS from NOWNESS on Vimeo.
Filmmaking duo Panthalassa travel to the seaside to profile renowned oyster farmer Joël Dupuch.
Read the full feature on NOWNESS: http://bit.ly/1ILYeqY
Without the tree, there’s no story.
Fogg’s Cove in Fog, 2009
St. Michaels, Maryland. Sunrise.
March Snow, 2013
We’ve had snow in March each of the last four years in a row. Maybe more than that, but four seems enough to recognize it’s a thing. Some of those were late March, down the last few days. I even have photos from an April 15th snow in Richmond many years ago.
March Snow, 2013
March Snow, 2013
March Snow, 2014
March Snow, 2014
March Snow, 2015
March Snow, 2015
Yesterday morning, March 4, we woke up to another one. Not much, just a wet layer on trees and pastures and hills. Green grass and daffodils poking through.
March Snow, 2016
But the Peepers are singing back by the pond, and I hear them when I drive through the woods on the way home from work at night.
It will be almost 80 degrees by Wednesday.