Thom color coordinated his outfit for a visit to Victor's to pick up some of his freshly grown tomatoes.
We enjoyed some new appetizers, including Varick's spinach-feta cheese tart.
Everybody pitched in to make this black cherry-pistachio salad with charred scallion vinaigrette.
Varick and I played Scrabble, of course. Can you find the misspelled word?
Avoiding an abundance of poison ivy this summer en route to the Grove has led to the discovery of previously unphotographed house names.
The Belvedere lions took their cue from Patience & Fortitude who, by the way, seem to have lost their blue masks.
Sailor's Haven was hopping on a Tuesday afternoon when an empty Empress pulled into the harbor to ferry beachgoers back to Sayville.
Spruced up concessions tempted kids with ice cream
. . . while a bar right next door to the National Park Service served booze to their parents.
People partied from their docked boats, too.
Everybody pretty much ignored the orange infrastructure to encourage social distance while boarding.
The Great South Bay is about to swallow the Sunken Forest boardwalk.
It already has reclaimed the old concrete sidewalk.
A grazing deer and her fawn seemed pretty chill.
Salt spray from tropical storm Isaias, which lacked a cleansing downpour on Fire Island, took a toll on some of the vegetation.
A beach still life for my bicycle collection.
The National Park Service whitewashed the abandoned Coast Guard house within days of my arrival.
Political considerations, no doubt, must have motivated the agency's action given frequently expressed solidarity in both the Pines and Cherry Grove.
I'm more a product of the flower power school.
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