Going Home Shoes

I wrote yesterday about taking pictures of Steve and Sarah near this pier.

I wasn’t the only one taking photos that day.
Here is a bride on the same sand bar that Steve and Sarah were dancing on a few minutes later.


I’m hoping the wedding was already over so that sitting in a (white) dress in (brown) sand would not ruin anything important!


As we enjoyed walking the pier (and as I enjoyed taking pictures of the picture taker below) we ran across this cheery fellow . . .

. . . who found an equally cheery friend.

I loved looking at the twilight on the water. So simply beautiful.


Jeanette’s Pier has lovely, antique-looking lamp posts all along the walkway as well as windmills?  turbines?  Not sure what they are but they are really, really . . .

. . .  tall.

The pier is a fishermen’s hangout, as you can probably tell by the sun framed within this confluence of poles and lines.

Steve and Sarah perused the informational stuff (we’re all compulsive readers) while I took a few pictures.  (Yes, I admit it.  I’m a compulsive photographer.)

Alternate view of the pier.

View of a lovely lady looking at the pier.

More views of said lovely lady.

And one last look before . . .


. . . putting on my going home shoes.