I'm not complaining about nighttime
Amid all the superfluous shenanigans in attendance on just about everyone's lives, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rushthatspeaks brought me as his plus-one on a cruise of the Charles River and we saw sculls and sailboats and wingsurfers and skies doing their best N. C. Wyeth and it did not rain as predicted until we were stepping off the boat.
I photographed the wingsurfer with his permission and the skyline decided to compete for photogeny.
The clouds drained eventually to the submerged blue of the twilight scales of the river, but put up a good imitation of a matte painting in the meantime.
I did not realize the cruise would turn around in the basin of North Point Park, passing twice underneath the Lechmere Viaduct and the Craigie Bridge through the lock of the original Charles River Dam where tugboats in my childhood were tied up beside the Museum of Science. I had never been in one of the canals left to this city, whose bridges and boardwalks I have photographed for years. It made me even happier than the lobster rolls.
I have not yet granted my biometrics to Facebook. Chasing down doctors has proved successful only in the most frustrating of ways. I am not doing well with my body and everyone in my personal life needs two or three breaks and a small fortune stat. I loved being on the water of this tide-blocked river where I was not taught to sail. It felt like being alive.
rushthatspeaks brought me as his plus-one on a cruise of the Charles River and we saw sculls and sailboats and wingsurfers and skies doing their best N. C. Wyeth and it did not rain as predicted until we were stepping off the boat.
I photographed the wingsurfer with his permission and the skyline decided to compete for photogeny.
The clouds drained eventually to the submerged blue of the twilight scales of the river, but put up a good imitation of a matte painting in the meantime.
I did not realize the cruise would turn around in the basin of North Point Park, passing twice underneath the Lechmere Viaduct and the Craigie Bridge through the lock of the original Charles River Dam where tugboats in my childhood were tied up beside the Museum of Science. I had never been in one of the canals left to this city, whose bridges and boardwalks I have photographed for years. It made me even happier than the lobster rolls.
I have not yet granted my biometrics to Facebook. Chasing down doctors has proved successful only in the most frustrating of ways. I am not doing well with my body and everyone in my personal life needs two or three breaks and a small fortune stat. I loved being on the water of this tide-blocked river where I was not taught to sail. It felt like being alive.
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I remain sorry about everything else being so crappy, though. *sends hugs for you and shakes fist wildly at all the things*
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The water was wonderful! The food was also extremely nice and the bar served me the closest thing I have had to a tiki drink in six years.
Those pics are great, especially the wing surfer and the skyline.
Thank you! I actually am pleased with that one! I don't think I often take pictures of people who are not my family or randomly in frame.
I remain sorry about everything else being so crappy, though.
*hugs*
It just seems all unnecessary.
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*hugs*
I did have lovely river-and-husband time.
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Thank you!
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Local water is vital
...and huzzah for traveling on new canals.
As to the rest, thpffff.
It is!
Thank you! I had known this one essentially my entire life, but only from the outside.
As to the rest, thpffff.
*hugs*
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Yes!
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Lovely blue view of the bridges!
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Thank you!
*hugs*
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Thank you! Me, too. It was a good thing to do and a good thing to do with
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Extensive conservation and remediation efforts were begun in the mid-'90's. Prior to that point, my father did not want to teach me to sail on it because he did not want to repeat his experience with my uncle who had dumped him into the Schuylkill in the '70's and they had both had to get shots.
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Nine
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It was pretty perfect.
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Spontaneous Art Deco!
♥️♥️♥️♥️ as they say
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It's the '20's!
♥️♥️♥️♥️ as they say
*hugs*
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YESSSS
more of this for you, please.
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Working on it!