We were waiting for friends so we took Cheyenne down to the low tide beach at the Stock Island Yacht Club.
I was put in mind of the quotation from Shakespeare when Richard the Third opens the play describing his newly uplifted mood. It is a political statement in the context of the play, of course, but it seemed apposite in light of this apparently endless stretch of summer in February.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
I was put in mind of the quotation from Shakespeare when Richard the Third opens the play describing his newly uplifted mood. It is a political statement in the context of the play, of course, but it seemed apposite in light of this apparently endless stretch of summer in February.Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
The speech reveals Richard's jealousy and ambition, as his brother, King Edward the Fourth rules the country successfully. Richard is an ugly hunchback, describing himself as "rudely stamp'd" and "deformed, unfinish'd", who cannot "strut before a wanton ambling nymph." He responds to the anguish of his condition with an outcast's credo: "I am determined to prove a villain / And hate the idle pleasures of these days."
For my part I am, contrariwise, determined to thoroughly enjoy the "idle pleasures of these days."
These few pictures shot from the shore out across the waters of Boca Chica Bay look just like a summer afternoon.
Coming into the Yacht Club it is apparent that this was not a day for a brisk sail. All sails securely and neatly covered on this ketch. 
The Boca Chica Bridge of Highway One in the distance. 
Kayakers working on their tans. 
It seems incredible to imagine this is a northern hemisphere winter, doesn't it? 
Everyone got into the act of relaxing in the sun. 
I don't miss my catamaran but I am quite fond of this speedy and comfortable design from Catana, of France. 
What? Back to the car? Already?
These few pictures shot from the shore out across the waters of Boca Chica Bay look just like a summer afternoon.
Coming into the Yacht Club it is apparent that this was not a day for a brisk sail. All sails securely and neatly covered on this ketch. 
The Boca Chica Bridge of Highway One in the distance. 
Kayakers working on their tans. 
It seems incredible to imagine this is a northern hemisphere winter, doesn't it? 
Everyone got into the act of relaxing in the sun. 
I don't miss my catamaran but I am quite fond of this speedy and comfortable design from Catana, of France. 
What? Back to the car? Already? 
Cheyenne napped while we went for a swim in the pool. One couldn't waste such a glorious day not swimming, now could one? So, who likes seasons now?
10 comments:
Dear Sir:
For anyone wishing to experience the versatality of Shakespeare, I highly recommend this version of Richard III.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114279/
The setting is facist Britain around the early '30s, but the dialogue is unchanged. The production is incredible, with the closing number, "I'm Sitting On Top Of The World."
That great line, "A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!" is delivered by Ian McKellen, from the seat of a stalled jeep-like vehicle, shortly before he shoots the driver.
Your dog is laughing in the last picture. Are your pants down around your ankles?
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
Dear Sir:
Too bad the weather ios perfect in Key West, and there are no women to photograph. What a waste.
Jack R.
Riepe:
You see what's happening here don't you? The man is going out of his way NOT to photograph women... what we have here are vignettes of middle aged men in kayaks, waving at more middle aged men awaiting patiently at a dock.
Throw in a phillipino boy or two and this may as well be a photo shoot for the 2011 NAMBLA summer convention.
I am of the mind to throw away ALL of my Italian dressing, balsamic vinegar AND, extra virgin first press olive oil (the dressing can stay actually, it's from New York and only Italian in name). I've also just peed on an old Louis Prima record for good measure.
Have a delicious Thursday.
I would hate to be you lot.
Mr Conchscooter:'
BUT, but, but . . . we are a lot like KW, no snow, no ice and sunny. Roads are bare, but no topless women to photograph either.
and don't be so smug, we will have warmer weather like yours in a few months
bob
Wet Coast Scootin
It only looks smug from the wintry muddy wasteland of British Columbia. Down here it just feels like another day getting ready to go to work tonight.
Shakespeare often embraced both the bawdy and the sublime. Perhaps to some there is no difference.
A thought: the final picture in this post might be a better profile shot. Cheyenne is just a little tiny blob (and not obviously Cheyenne) in the current one.
FWIW,
__Orin
Scootin' Old Skool
Orin- Owzzat?
I love this weather that we're having. The only thing better is those warm summer nights!
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