Dissatisfaction

Housebound. 50 mph winds and rain. Fucking cold. Nothing a peter stuyvesant won't fix. At least dinner will be warm.

Putrefaction

    Out on the water again and what do I notice? The cloying stench of too many pet dogs. The smell of unwashed coats and fresh shit waft from the mainland. How charming.
    It seems that every household here has at least one dog if not two, and inevitably, some owners will not be as considerate as one would like.

    Anyway, this mornings' light threw a most ethereal dance upon the underside of a bridge. Mesmerized for quite some time amidst the swaying, sparkling patterns.

Baidarka days

How pleasant the sensation, of floating along in a boat crafted by your own hands.
  Gliding silently over the water, bold little striped fish rise to greet me, while the blue nosed bream ignore me. Nary a splash and the boat undulates with the rise and fall of the passing swell.
  That sweet ocean air and the glorious sunshine. Is there anything finer?.

Rain

Verily, this place is a sodden morass of mendacity and unfettered greed.