Some of the most expensive homes on Cape Cod. Perfect for those who are rich and not black or Jewish.
This cheap Samsung digital camera is too slow to help this old pervert with his beach bikini shots. We'd almost passed this one by, by the time the shutter clicked.
Note the patriotic red disposable beer cup.
Just a half of a shack, but I'm sure it's still pretty damned expensive. My sister tells me it would make a nice place to practice yoga, though.
Another something I would like to try before I die. I didn't see this guy lined up for the fireworks at the end of the night, though.
Behold the grainy power of the digital zoom! These folks pulled into the harbour as we passed the entrance. The woman on the bow had gotten herself liquored up, seemingly for our amusement. I think she saw me taking these pictures. I think she did not care.
Okay, this is the old drawbridge you have to pass under to get to Osterville harbour. I like that you tell them to raise it by blowing on one of those canned air-horns. I wonder if just shouting, "Raise the damn bridge!" would have the same effect.
I also kind of like that there's a guy in that little room paid to make it go up and down. Even more, I like that I'm not paying taxes to Osterville.
Okay, I would sell everything I own to get this boat, and then I'd take it to San Francisco and live under that bridge.
Sadly, everything I own probably wouldn't get me that boat.
Snacks.
Nobody ever photographs their food. Is it wrong, to want to remember something we've long since crapped out?
This is the barge from which the fireworks would be launched. I don't know if anyone was on that sailboat or if it was just parked there, but that little short-bus of a tug did what it needed to do and got it out of there.
Do you know how hard it is to take a photograph of fireworks? It's dark! You have to consider all kinds of things. Um: fast film speeds, long exposures; um: tripods, you need tripods for that. And, and...solid ground to put the tripods on. And subjects that are not quickly moving streaks of fire.
So, here: the lights across the harbour were quite beautiful in their own way. They were even more beautiful to my dim-witted camera.