Teetering on edge, breathin' hard, and expectin' somethin' special. These pictures document what's been comin' in, a mix of the end o' spring and the beginning of summer. The water on the buoys is deep dark blue, the buoy lines are crowded with bait, the flyin' fish look like the Angels on Fleet Week, and we're ready. A couple of degrees, a few more evenings of the spring time southerly wind, and over the edge we go. Like waitin' for that damn catsup to come out, it seems like forever, but it's upon us, and you, if you choose.
David Jones
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