Here’s how I knew it was August. Our local “everything” store at the shore carries housewares to hardware to seasonal clothing. As the season opens they advertise 20% off on the clothing; with July it becomes 30%, and when I drove by on August 1st, sure enough it was 40%. So, got to get some summer scenes into a blog post.
The official opening, the summer solstice, offered a grand view of the Black Pearl returning from her evening cruise. A good start.
Although it was not officially summer at the time I enjoyed a Philadelphia street fair, the Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts. Such fairs are wonderful for me. I think it’s great to see so many people and families out enjoying the scenes and the activities. When else would you find a pool and a bubbling fountain in the middle of south Broad Street? Billy Penn remained sanguine above it all.
Also above it all Yannick Nézet-Séguin, wind blown but unfazed outside of The Kimmel Center urged his players on to ever great glory. Makes me wish the season had already begun especially since my season tickets arrived last week, another sign of August.
From Broad Street back to the shore. I photographed a couple of these at twilight. In better light one was seen to be a yellow crowned night heron and the other, a juvenile heron of some sort. I liked backing it up with the clouds, and the juxtaposition of the tree branches.
I’ve lived seasonally on, over, or next to the bay (what the forecasters call the back bays) since I was about five. In the early years that would have been in boat houses on pilings in Ventnor, NJ. Later in life we enjoyed an Ocean City, NJ bay front condo for about twenty years. In those years a summer highlight was the Night In Venice boat parade. For most of its life the tradition was to decorate one’s boat with lights and anything else that fit the theme, and to add music or other entertainment. I can recall one yacht that featured both the Eagles’ Cheerleaders and the Union League Mens’ Chorus. Homeowners along the parade route would respond with their own elaborate decorations, and it was a happening. Then there was a terrible boating accident one night and it was determined that thenceforth the parade would be conducted in daylight. Safer, yes, but also the “light” was gone.
We were privileged to visit Night In Venice again this year, as guests of old friends. A small group of other guests comprised grown-up Margaters and Longporters and the nostalgia was pretty thick. The parade? Oh, yeah, there was one but, you know, the “light” was gone. I was, however, pleased with this scene of Miss Night In Venice waving at us as she passed by. (It wasn’t dark yet; about 7:30, but shooting into the sun’s reflection caused a high shutter speed and so the appearance of dark.)
Then we and others awaited darkness as fireworks had been promised. The fireworks barge can be seen anchored at left.
Darkness did arrive and we were enchanted by the show. Yes, some of the “light” had returned.
From a Night In Venice we segue to a day in Beach Haven. We’ve just celebrated the annual Downbay Regatta. This is a summer event at which sailboats from the upper Jersey coast gather for competitive partying and racing at the Little Egg Harbor Yacht club and its adjacent sailing waters. The classes include A-cats, B-cats, Lightnings, and E-scows. Saturday was a washout because of the scattered storms. They all sailed out but were recalled before even one race. Sunday made up for it as a glorious day.
Even for just watching it was…
“A Beautiful Day in Beach Haven” – Walter Smedley
Sailing enthusiast, Annapolis faculty member, naval architect, Past Commodore (1967) and club stalwart.*
*Corrected: Walter did not graduate from Annapolis as this post originally stated. Rather, it was Princeton and he subsequently was commissioned into the U.S. Navy and served on the Annapolis faculty for the duration of W.W. II.