The secret hiding place to my water vessel transportation devices: 54 Spooner St., just up the road from Gray's Beach.
It was amazing how calm it was, and you can see how the only ripples were from the kayak.
Some day...
Kingston Bay, mornings on my kayak. Not a bad place to kick back.
You can even see the shells and rocks below.
Not a bad summer house, eh?
I made my way down towards the beach one morning to find the water calm as glass, except much more wet than glass is.
My water vessel transportation device: the '98 VW Jetta. It's usually pretty empty down the street in the mornings at Gray's Beach.
I sat still for a while to let the water calm down. How calm it was. Kind of like one of those infinity pools, except much bigger.
I'd love to get myself one of those great waterfront places.
When I got back from Madrid I still had a few shots left on the disposable, so I decided to take it for a paddle.
Here's the kayak while I stand in my usual Quahogging area.
I wasn't too good at keeping my thumb from the lens on the disposable.
I think I got some water in front of the lens or something.
I've seen the seagulls use this rock to drop shellfish onto from up above, and then they come down to eat through the smashed shell bits. Silly seagulls.
