… and container ship.

This evening,
Rehoboth Beach.

Halloween Festival, Rehoboth Beach




Men in Mini Corvettes.


Meanwhile, in Virginia,
La Kid picks a pumpkin.


Did I ever say I wouldn’t feature photographic cliches on this blog?


I did not.


Last night and
this morning,
Rehoboth Beach.

Mr UD in the Surf.


Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.

Ten minutes ago.

UD Now Leaves for her Traditional Halloween at the Beach.

She will blog from there.

Stolen Lifeguard Stands and a Stolen Way of Life.

But both are slowly being recovered – the stands by the Coast Guard, and the way of life by wise citizens and a responsible local government.

It’s the same deal as in UD‘s beloved Garrett Park (type in 20896): Profiteers are always going to want to get rich off of prized locations, and the way you do it is by building immense houses and taking down the trees and the neighborhood. Rehoboth, like Garrett Park, is struggling to defend itself.

Les UDs now begin the trek back to Garrett Park.

Snapshots from Rehoboth


Today was a little overcast, so instead of
swimming in the Atlantic, UD and her
sister visited a lavender farm
in Milton Delaware.

The farm has a swing on which
UD sat, gazing at cornfields
across the way.



UD thanks her sister
for taking the pix.

July Fifth Fireworks Instablogging

It’s 8:30, and boats of all sorts are gathering at the shore across from the Star of the Sea apartments. Fishing boats, yachts, cruisers jammed with sightseers. Long lines of folding chairs have been set up along the beach for the big event.

There’s a breeze, the sky is clear, night’s coming on. So far so good.


Blue velvet sky, blue velvet sea. The waves press in, the lit-up ships list. Their engines throb as they inch closer. A helicopter circles. On the beach, glow sticks dance.


Officially dark now, and things should start happening soon. Though it’s already quite a spectacle – the crowds, the bright shining boats, the throbbing engines and the throbbing sea.


Whew. Ol’ UD‘s emotionally exhausted. The display started quietly, of course, with pleasant little golden streamers here and there. But it quickly began flaring out and up with tutti-frutti bursts all over the sky. Louder and louder rocket reports vibrated the air. The final red white and blue explosions were frenzied and beautiful and we all clapped and hooted.

The moon’s a golden egg.

The moon emerges like a night sun out of cloud bands.

Au fond, I’ve always come to the beach more for the sky than the water – the sunrises, the moonrises. (Au fond each summit is a cul-de-sac, as one of James Merrill’s most adorable lines has it.)

Tomorrow night’s the big Rehoboth fireworks display on the beach just outside our apartment; tonight was a smaller show at neighboring Dewey Beach, along with, more spectacularly, a string of small red and yellow explosions all along the Jersey shore, easily visible from our balcony. It reminded me of one July Fourth evening in upstate New York, when suddenly pyrotechnics emerged between two distant Catskill peaks.

Why do these silent far-off displays move me more than big crackling in your face shows? They seem a natural event, the earth itself celebrating the country; and their miniature gaiety has a modesty far more attractive to me than the bombast of the bomb blasts.

Les UDs leave tomorrow for their summer stay in Rehoboth Beach…

a retreat from the pettiness and divisiveness of the real world.

Of course UD will continue blogging from the beach, as she has always done.

La Kid at a Misty Lake.


The lake is near the beach.

Very strange weather here at Rehoboth. Close to the beach, it’s moodily overcast. As you walk from the beach, things suddenly clear up.

Sand Dollar.

Walking along the beach yesterday, UD watched as a greenback of some sort floated out of the waves and stopped right at her feet.

Whoa, she said to her sister. Lookee here. Money from Mother Nature.

UD excitedly picked it up in hopes of bagging a C-Note or higher (UD‘s gratitude to MN for spitting free money out at her quickly transformed into an insistence that it be Something Big), but it was only a dollar bill.

Still, UD is reasonable enough to appreciate this striking bounty. No wonder people all over the world want to move to America.

Frozen sand, like peanut brittle…

lay in shelves along the beach this morning. On some outcrops colonies of gulls sat, fluffing their wings but basically staying put while UD steamed along. Yesterday’s high wind was gone, and the sun shone with amazing intensity for seven in the morning. Despite the cold, I felt its heat on my shoulders.

A calm ocean and a clear sky and a world all mine had me banging on to myself about Being, Nothingness, and My Buddha Nature. Plus other stuff. I forget.

Rehoboth Beach Halloween Dog Parade Instablogging…

… from UD on a spectacular sunny afternoon by the Atlantic. She’s sitting on the front deck of her hotel, awaiting, with a large crowd, the start of the parade. There are already plenty of costumed dogs to be seen parading the boardwalk in all the familiar getups: bumblebee, convict, butterfly, cheerleader, superhero, ballerina, pirate, princess, skeleton, witch, hotdog, hamburger.


Distant music.

It’s windy, clear.

“Here it comes!”

Saints Come Marching In –
marching band.


Huge numbers of apparently happy
costumed dogs marching down the
boardwalk. As always, UD
is amazed at the polite long-suffering
dogs and the proud owners.





(UD thanks her sister
for taking the pictures.)


UD got up insanely early this morning to walk the beach while the evening sky transformed to pastel. The scenery people sent three container ships to glide bejeweled along the horizon so that UD could enjoy maximum-picturesque.

Gradually, behind a low bank of black/gray clouds, the orange disk emerged. Foreground: Black shadowy gulls.

Rehoboth Beach on Halloween…

… is about happy costumed
dogs and happy costumed
owners smiling in the sand
under the late October sun.


It was warm enough today
to go in the ocean.


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