While I was entombed at the day job catching the merest glimpses of golden evening light, Bruce Laidlaw was strolling the beach in his flip-flops, camera in hand. This morning he sent an email. Had I, he inquired, happened to see this fellow soaring above the Bay at sunset?
Well no, I thought grumpily, I had not. But I had to admit it was nice to see the picture. Then I got the second email. The catamaran, Bruce said, was at Barnes Park beach. And by the way here was another sunset picture.
Salt in the wound, Bruce, salt in the wound.
Posted in: Adventures outdoors, Letters from the Weatherman
flandrumhill
August 7, 2009
The eagle and sunset are both stunning. They remind me of those postcards from exotic locales on which insensitive people always write
“Wish you were here…”
🙂
Gerry
August 7, 2009
I’m glad you agree. Bruce says “Grousing not permitted.” Ha.
La Mirada Bob
August 7, 2009
Grouse are birds, No Hunting?
Gerry
August 7, 2009
Grouse is complain. OK, whine. No whining.
centria
August 7, 2009
They are lovely pictures, Gerry. Tell Bruce good work. Doesn’t that just beat all that we sometimes have to work? Now is that fair? Really? We should be out looking for eagles, and sailboats and sunsets all the time.
Gerry
August 7, 2009
Well, not all the time. Some time should be set aside each day for treats.