These photos were taken last weekend from Gwynns Island, at the boat yard now used by the Mathews Maritime Foundation.
There is nothing quite like the smell of creek mud on a hot day at low tide, and I'm not saying that's a good thing. As long as I'm off on this tangent, but entirely unrelated to the creek mud remark, let me add that Chesapeake Bay Father worked for Mr. Pulley repairing outboard motors for some time after retiring from the Naval Weapons Station. As long as I'm talking about his past jobs, and I appear to be, during high school in the late 1950s he worked at the old ice plant, barely visible in the photo above. I believe he delivered ice to local businesses, but don't quote me on that--or anything. Another early job? Cutting grass at Smither's Cemetery.
In the '70s and '80s, he was co-owner (and the "V") of V&M Service in the courthouse, where he
Let's return to the blog post, which started out having something to do with these photographs.
On this cold, overcast day, the sun barely peeked through the clouds in the direction of the Hole in the Wall.
I've always loved that name, Hole in the Wall. As opposed to Pulley's Swamp, Hole in the Wall is an actual, official name which refers to a channel leading boaters from the bay to Milford Haven (or vice versa). Those of you who know this already are yawning. Those of you who don't know it are blinking back tears of boredom. In the best interest of all parties, let's move on, shall we?
Although I take thousands of photos in Mathews, very few make it to my "favorites" list. These do.
For the record, they are unedited, "straight out of the camera," since I don't know any other way. The only time I've ever made any changes to a photo was back when I had dial-up internet and Meg from Soup Is Not a Finger Food showed me how to compress the size to make them load faster.
Enjoy the pictures and enjoy your weekend, which hopefully will be free of mud, tears, boredom, holey walls and too many tangents.
Although I happen to think tangents, like variety, are the spice of life.