At the end of Old Mill Landing Road in Onemo,
to the left of the public landing,
are a few dead docks.
And one less than lively boat.
Despite the age and instability of this particular dock
and the boat,
they cling and are bound to each other by this rope.
Before I veer off on a tangent about any symbolism here,
I will just say that I enjoyed taking these pictures
at a time when the tide was much lower than usual.
There's lots going on this week including CB Daughter's
basketball banquet,a possible trip to Northern Virginia for work,
soccer scrimmages, and a storm that will either bring lots of rain
or lots of rain. There doesn't seem to be any hope of snow.
Perhaps the Only Person Hoping for Snow
in a Forecast Loaded with Rain