I'm stuck in the past ... still considering images from Saturday, when all of us (meaning my whole little family unit) were in one place, sort of, but not really, as in fact we were floating around in any number of places during our end-of-day harbor cruise. The kids were giving me grief (just a little): why was I taking a picture of that?? Or that?? I do worry about being one of those people who lives life through a lens (any lens). At one point, a woman on the boat grabbed me from behind by the belt loops because she thought I was going to go overboard by virtue of standing up on a seat and leaning out over the water to see ... I can't even remember what I was trying to see. The crane at Sail Newport?? Fact is: I'm rather sure-footed — on boats anyway. And pretty soon a few other people were getting into it: Hey, did you catch that?? Look at that. "That" was a man all-dressed-up in a suit and sunglasses sitting on the end of the gas dock at Bannister's Wharf. How Newport! (Or that was the consensus on the boat.) Then people started handing me their cameras to take pictures of them with certain features of the landscape in the background. One family was very taken with Clingstone; everyone thinks it'd be cool to live there, out on the rocks (but can you imagine the hassle??). Another couple, taking a weekend break from their four kids, weren't picky about the background, but the man was not in the habit of smiling for the camera. Said he never smiled for the camera. I got him to smile — "say cheese" usually works — which made his wife happy, except then she was giving him grief that his eyes were squinty in the photo as a result of his smiling. You can't win, I guess. But it feels good to have function ...
