Really, these boats were part of a local estate sale!! This just happened to be Part I – only the outdoor stuff. The man who lived here seemed quite adept at building and fixing things, as evidenced by the tools available, some of the comments overheard about those tools, and all the items for sale (including a tent load of outboard motors, perhaps ten of them, all lined up as in a retail display). “He’s down in Georgia now” was about the only bit of personal info I picked up from one of the estate sales guys.
By way of comparison (and to illustrate how good smartphone cameras are), this was taken at about the same time as the previous shot, but on a Samsung Galaxy S4, which by no means has a top of the line camera. But the shot holds its own with the previous one, taken with a good Canon camera and a very good Canon lens (except perhaps in making a large print).
I like how this photo gives you more ready access to the buildings, even though I didn’t think I stepped in closer than on the other shot. Could just be that the Samsung has a 31mm lens, which brings you closer than the Canon lens, which was set at 26mm.
My good friend Jose and I had dinner in Middletown CT a couple of weeks ago, and afterwards roamed the streets a bit. We lingered in front of this band for a couple of tunes, including one Jose requested, a song called “Por Mujeres Como Tu”, which you can listen to here (translated lyrics below). I later asked him what the song was about; he laughed and said ” women… alcohol…”.
He and his wife emigrated from Venezuela some years ago; it got me thinking about the song(s) I might request if we were in Venezuela and it was now my “home”.
Twenty years ago my wife and I went to France, and we took along a few CDs to help with any homesickness: Eat a Peach by the Allman Brothers, and Working on Wings to Fly, by Cindy Kallett. And though we never had to use them, it was nice to have them along.
Por Mujeres Como Tu (For Women Like You)
I’m becoming afraid and she’s realized it,
And that’s not very good for me,
If I want to keep her in my arms
It’d be better for her not to see me suffer.
I’m keeping myself in the failures,
And today I’m going to fix the situation.
It’ll be that I’ve always given too much
And in the excess I always end up hurt (lit. damaged).
For women like you, my love
There are men like me, I know
That we can lose ourselves
In alcohol
Because of a deception.
I’m keeping myself in the failures,
And today I’m going to fix the situation.
It’ll be that I’ve always given too much
And in the excess I always end up hurt (lit. damaged).
Really, these boats were part of a local estate sale!! This just happened to be Part I – only the outdoor stuff. The man who lived here seemed quite adept at building and fixing things, as evidenced by the tools available, some of the comments overheard about those tools, and all the items for sale (including a tent load of outboard motors, perhaps ten of them, all lined up as in a retail display). “He’s down in Georgia now” was about the only bit of personal info I picked up from one of the estate sales guys. 
