A sign of Summer

I spent most of the morning at town beach facilities photographing the progress of storm repairs. 

Baked clams sounded great,

 just have to wait till they open.

God's Promise

A message on the wall of a church.

An old Roadside Stand

back door

front door

inside window

old and weathered 

with many a tale to tell

Skulls at dusk

Along the Connetquot River at Dowling College. 

Connetquot River Sunset

Just south of where I grew up. 

Louie Figurito and I would go exploring in the Sportsman Club in the summer and swim in the river.

This part of the river is in Idle Hour, a section of Oakdale.

At Home

We returned fron Florida yesterday for my fathers services. It was not an was trip for me at all.
We celebrated his life with their friends from St Joseph's in Lakeland, my uncle, his older brother. form California, and my brothers and sister.
I found this flower in the back of their unit where he would ride his scooter to the pool or to the dog park. He appreciated plants and had a bit of a green thumb, something all his sons inherited. 

North Rd

About a half mile from where I live is the section of town that was once booming with roadside motels and cabins that rented to summer vacationers. Now, all but a hand full are low cost rentals that families live in year round.  This scenic was made right next to one of those places. The families that live here, are the gardeners and maids for the summer folk that come to the Hamptons. They are the laborers the contractors hire on the corner, or in the 7-11 parking lot. 
In winter, you can see this beautiful little lake next to the motel. What an awesome hideaway they have all to themselves.

MPH

Our town has a new tradition of meeting our winning sports teams at the edge of town with an escort of sirens wailing and lights flashing. We live on the main road into Southampton. The first time it happened was this time last year when our Girls Varsity Basketball became County Champs in the small school division. At about 10pm, we heard all the commotion and didn't know what to make of it. (We can't see the road from out house.) 
We found out the Lady Mariners were escorted from the edge of town to the high school by both the police and fire departments. We now are alerted in advance of any escort so we can park at the edge of the driveway and flash the lights and sound the horn for our local heros. 
Last night The girls played their final game before heading for the New York State Championship game. 
Sitting there, I made this photo of the dashboard.  It's a good feeling to cheer them on and cause a little ruckus in their honor.

Pears

 For you dad.

 You didn't understand my passion for photography.

Yet after my first show, you knew that a professional matt cutter would help me. 

You were never very patient with me.

But, I know and felt your love.

Rest in Peace