Today I feel like playing an association game. We'll connect all of these otherwise disparate photos by a common word or element.
Fasten your seat belts, the train is getting ready to leave the station. Please remain seated until the ride has come to a complete stop at which time you may exit to your left. Do not stampede on your way out; you could injure others trying to
(Unrelated side note: I used to work at Busch Gardens and had to give a similar spiel a few hundred times one summer. If anyone's ever looking for book or reality TV fodder, work at a crowded amusement park in the jungle-like humidity of an August summer in Williamsburg. You simply won't believe what people do on vacation, nor the clothes they wear or don't wear, nor the stuff they find to complain about, nor how many of those complainers seem to be from the North. No offense to anyone from the North, it's just an isolated observation made by a silly woman who wears a crab hat for entertainment. Let's return from this entirely unnecessary tangent to our little association game, already in progress.)
The wooden skiff above sits on dry ground in a yard down Shadow.
That weathered and worn skiff is made of wood, just like this cute little white farmhouse with a tin roof in Redart.
This mountain of oyster shells, outside of the old ice plant at Milford Haven, is white like that house.
Milford Haven is home to the Coast Guard station and the Gwynn's Island Bridge.
This rainbow is like a bridge from Earth to sky.
The last photo was sent to me by Mathews resident Bill Crowe, who had the privilege of seeing this rainbow from his back yard.
We have to invent our own fun and games here in rural Mathews.
Thanks for playing along.
Have a fantastic weekend.