“This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.” Elmer Davis I feel there is no point in being free in […]
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
“This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.” Elmer Davis I feel there is no point in being free in […]
It’s about heartbeats. Our Long Beach oystercatcher drama unfolds under a fog these days. The three oystercatcher chicks who hatched are doing well and growing to pigeon size already. But care still […]
May 18 oystercatcher progress: The West nesters are still sitting after the flood:https://leebythesea.me/2016/05/13/compassion-on-the-sand/ The East hatchlings were scampering all over their new world. A couple of invading gulls appeared. But they suffered […]
We are…to a degree… one in life. Every spring they come. They come to propagate, sure. But they come to bring a bit of happiness to those who await them. That’s us, […]
Yesterday afternoon I parked my bike in front of Gentle Brew and walked in. The place was busy but I did find a comfy arm chair in which to sip my half-caff. […]
I watched a single petal fall. 5:45 Saturday morning, April 30, 2016: We tried using the AC last night to keep the pollen out of our condo. Yes, air conditioning when the […]
“This is not the library, ya know!” I recall my teen years visiting the local stationary or what we called, “the candy store.” I’d pick up a magazine and thumb through it. […]
Music photo-video included, at bottom…for the sane of heart. The news strafes me daily with blasts of horror: The latest dealt with assembling components to blast nails, screws and bolts into the […]
It’s spring and the Long Beach, NY boardwalk reflects it. The sun on your cheek is as warm and soft as a sigh, yet the air has a new-beginnings zest. I spotted […]
One night this mirror will reflect…but a wall. Spring is upon us…again. Crocus creep out of the soil, I poke out of winter. But the flash is once again before me. Life […]
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