…scarlet billows, we need not dread. Inspector in Charge NY Div. USPS: “There has not been one episode of mailbox fishing from the new collection boxes…they are considered the Cadillac,” of boxes. […]
When the Slot Bites, With its Teeth Dear…
leebythesea11
I'm a former Marine and retired NYC Transit Police Detective. I offer a photo journal blog that is mostly about beach life, the wildlife and the semi-wild human denizens of the shore. I find the former can teach much to the latter at Leebythesea.me
E-Z Check Washing, At a Corner Near You
“Nothing good happens to a mailbox or a collection box after dark.” Maureen Marion, USPS The challenges never end. My coat weighs me down with its load of keys, and car fobs. […]
Marilyn, and Other Misfits
A day in the hay with Marilyn Monroe Biking the boards I came upon a white-stached man feeding a white feathered pigeon. I pulled alongside. Mark Taylor feeds pigeons, he loves them, […]
Polymer Poop
From pretty things to effluent waste Followers of my blog know I feel communion with the shore. When I’m there, I’m home. The ocean’s edge is a return to innocence. I see […]
Paw Slapped
“You cannot teach a man anything, you can only help him discover it within himself.” Galileo Galilei We are in our fourth week with Scout, our breeder-dog rescue. And it has been […]
Pooch Power
Last summer our dog, Bailey died. Our home was dark. It lost its electricity. The power of unconditional love, gone: no wagging tail, no leaps, no licks. Even the light in Cheryl’s […]
Wingman
Not all Long Beach birds are airborne. Harley, a harlequin macaw parrot, is loveborne. Harley and his wingman, Mike Lee, come to the boardwalk often, weather permitting. Heat is a threat. In the […]
Balloon Doom
SOS to all my readers, tomorrow is your chance for rescue. Vulnerable life depends on YOU. Go, or make a call: If you walk our Long Island beaches, you’ve seen them, balloon […]
Passion
“Sustained enthusiasm…a wave of creative energy, and all you have to do is ‘ride the wave’.” Eckhart Tolle I love being alone. Not all the time, of course. But when I’m writing […]
Finding a Gun Where Alone is Okay
Lenny fished the sea yesterday, today he fished the sands. I first met Lenny a couple of years ago sweeping the beach with his metal detector. I approached him when he came up […]
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