Clouds and Water

I thought it was snowing on the way to Rockport, Texas. That was very unlikely given the 100 F temperature. To my intense excitement, it was little bits of cotton in the air. The fields were full of cotton crop or wrapped bales. The pink wrapper is in honor of a cotton farmer’s wife who died of breast cancer.

This is the sky at sunrise over the bay. The dark clouds just disappeared even though they briefly promised water in a drought…

An almost empty beach at Mustang Island State Park. Even though it was early in the morning, it was too hot, with warnings to stay inside because of the high UV.

Sunrise sparkling on the dock in Fulton. The sentinels are brown pelicans, getting in some early fishing before the dolphins arrived.

A fishing chair outside our hotel at Port Lavaca, looking onto Matagorda Bay. I lived dangerously and went beyond the sign – nothing happened. When I looked at the sign later, I noted the last sentence. Alligators, methinks! There was also an oyster bed to the left of the chair.

Happy memories of summer although it is still 98 F here – longing for a real Fall.

44 thoughts on “Clouds and Water

    • It’s a bit too hot for Lucifer himself. Dang that climate change! On the other hand it was 10 degrees hotter at home… There are alligators in our local creek. The sign says, “DO NOT MOLEST THE ALLIGATORS”. A common sight around these parts.

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    • It was 10 degrees hotter at home – just looking at the sea was enough to cool me down. I couldn’t believe the idiots that were sunbathing at the hotel’s swimming pool which didn’t even have a view of the ocean. Hope they know a good dermatologist…

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