Today was another relatively typical day. Pretty even keeled in that nothing really spectacular happened, but there were no real challenges either. It's as if, as summer winds down, the universe (or at least my little slice of it) seems to be taking a bit of a breather. There are no obvious signs of the summer coming to a close. The weather was still pretty hot, the pool was packed, and the boats were still out.
The crabbers and the fishermen are still out working the shallows and docks. Today I walked past a midshipmen on the campus of USNA who had landed three pretty good rockfish that were slightly longer than my forearm from fingertips to elbow. Back in Texas, we used to call them stripers or striped bass. Like salmon, they seem to be equally at home in both salt and fresh water, and like salmon return from the ocean in the spring to breed in the rivers.
It's the set-up for the West Street Arts Festival which happens on the first Sunday of the month going forward for awhile. This little "stumbled upon" gem was not quite as exciting as the Mardis Gras Parade in Daphne, AL that I accidentally walked right into the middle of last February. There were no floats with scantily clad revellers throwing moon pies, Little Debbie snack cakes, and beads. I did however break up what I thought was going to be a run of the mill walk and allow me to practice my bipedal locomotion right down the middle of the street. Walking the street is always a welcome change and brings with it an entirely new perspective on a well known route.
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| The Boats in Annapolis Harbor |
The crabbers and the fishermen are still out working the shallows and docks. Today I walked past a midshipmen on the campus of USNA who had landed three pretty good rockfish that were slightly longer than my forearm from fingertips to elbow. Back in Texas, we used to call them stripers or striped bass. Like salmon, they seem to be equally at home in both salt and fresh water, and like salmon return from the ocean in the spring to breed in the rivers.
Perhaps there is just a little more crispness in the air. Football season has started, and there seems to be a slight uptick in farmers markets and arts festivals. In fact, I came across this happy little surprise on West Street during my morning constitutional.
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| West Street Arts Festival |
It's the set-up for the West Street Arts Festival which happens on the first Sunday of the month going forward for awhile. This little "stumbled upon" gem was not quite as exciting as the Mardis Gras Parade in Daphne, AL that I accidentally walked right into the middle of last February. There were no floats with scantily clad revellers throwing moon pies, Little Debbie snack cakes, and beads. I did however break up what I thought was going to be a run of the mill walk and allow me to practice my bipedal locomotion right down the middle of the street. Walking the street is always a welcome change and brings with it an entirely new perspective on a well known route.
At any rate, it feels like there is a change in the air. A new season is approaching. Frankly, I think I'm ready for it. Come February and the cold north wind it brings, I'm sure I'll be pining a bit for just a hint of the warm humid air I've come to tolerate (barely) this summer, but for now I welcome the approaching fall.
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