Yesterday At The Park





Looking north from Rockport's Blue Water Beach to Key Allegro.  Seagulls are the street gangs of saltwater birds, they always face into the wind and beg for food.  If I was to throw a loaf of stale bread out there the place would be nothing but grey and white feathers, gulls can spot people feeding them from miles away and will converge quickly.  From a clear blue sky with nothing in it the gulls show up, giving one to realize how planes can attack a convoy despite ever so many watchers.  My brother livingdog took this as I chanted up a sphere of invunerability.
Those houses on Key Allegro line the route to the Laguna Madre, the body of water inside of Padre Island.  Little Bay, where we are, has a different ecology than that of the Laguna, just as the Laguna's ecology is different from the Gulf of Mexico.  Inside the barrier of the island there are no tides to speak of, and the sportfishing is something to die for.  What a shame I don't fish.  The houses on Key Allegro, former Frog Island, are quite expensive and very crowded together.  On holidays the place explodes with parties.  Most of the residents have some sort of boat as well.





I think Alfred Hitchcock made a movie about this sort of thing.  Oh, the Humidity!





Ivo Saliger, 1894-1987.  Favorite of Hitler.




Alois Benjamin Saliger, boring porn artist.  Great hat, though!





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