unintentional

Wearing my sunglasses in the bright sunshine, when it is difficult to see the screen on my iPhone, I must have hit some filter in the camera app.  Above is what I found when I got home and looked at my photographs.  The scene did not look like that.  The clouds were white and puffy, yes, the sky bright blue.  But I still like the image, even if it was unintentional.

It was a pretty drive south this morning between the farm friends and the old Dismal Swamp Canal.  Surprising amount of ground fog where the road makes the final curve south leading into North Carolina.  Clear at the ramp, light wind as expected for the sail.  No one on board complained.

My favorite ramp ranger, one who expressed definite feelings about my intelligence, was on station when I came back in early afternoon.  We ignored each other, though I could not ignore the stink from his cigar which was worse than the smell of a poorly tuned, smoke belching diesel. 

I did find a new place to mount my SPOT Gen 3 where it is easily accessible and yet out of the sun and rain.  (That is the end of my oar at lower left, the coaming at top and my day storage box bottom right.)  The SPOT is always on board now, a change I have made since reading about Dory Man's capsize and eventual rescue.  Having all safety gear, whether day sailing or cruising, was recommended to me in an email from my welshman friend and Navigator sailor Steve.  It is an excellent idea.  So the SPOT is always there.  And like my new night signaling strobe, I hope to never use it.