Roaring Twenties & The Thrashing Thirties

The above shot was taken at the estuary, early February. The fog did a grand job of obliterating the sun all day, ending with this small peak at sunset. I heard from friends that they'd been skiing and had gotten a tan. Yeah, that's what sitting in a white frying pan for an extended period will do for ya.

By the first week of March, I could tell I was going to get more opportunities to witness Mother Nature's fury. The shot above was taken at Goose Spit. The roar of the surf, rollers and wind was deafening. It took all of my strength to hold onto the driftwood fence and get some shots.

This shot is a couple of days later when the wind had died down somewhat. I saw a single figure walk out onto the boat launch at Point Holmes and stare out into the coming storm clouds. I wondered what she was thinking about, and then my mind went on a short walk-about, too. I remembered coming to the boat launch with fireworks on July 1st 10-11 years ago, when my kids still lived at home. And I could see my youngest - fresh faced, grinning from ear to ear, vibrant and full of promise. Again, I wondered how it had gone so wrong. Yes, staring out at the coming storm soundee pretty good to me, too.