Sunday, Ophelia pelted our shore—but our condo was becoming a bore.

I usually don’t take pics in rain; my camera cost too much—and I’m not insane.

I had rainwear for me—and my new—Nikon Z. But I had no cloth to dry the lens you see.

The sideways rain could get into the hood, but I’d just have to do the best I could.

Brave souls walked…

…and jogged…

…and biked. The brave always did just as they liked

The surf was high but no surfer did I spy:

One surveyed the sea, but venture out? “Not me.”

A detectorist searched the sand, but when I asked his luck—he just waved his hand.

Some had their love to keep warm and dry.

They even paused to just say Hi.

At Lazar’s Glizzy, I was all alone; not a good day for ice an cream cone.

Pete Sengenberger’s tables held the water off fine. Under the sun tomorrow, we’ll be able to dine.

I captured some splashes rise…

…and fall…

So it wasn’t really a bad day at all:

Be well,

Leebythesea