Getting (M)Bugged

The stars were aligned Friday. Our daughter had a hardly-ever-happens night off, no one had plans, and the weather was New England June, high blue and stunning.  So, the three of us decided to go out for a casual supper.  We tried for a place on the water, but half of Massachusetts had the same idea and after looking for a parking space in vain, we headed inland a bit to a burger joint we favor.   There, although there were plenty of open seats, the waitress couldn’t feed us fast enough, and barely three quarters of an hour later,  the check was on the table. I for one, wasn’t ready for the outing to end.

   

Thankfully, for us, inland is relative term.  We were about a quarter of a mile from a salt-marsh, where the river winds through from the ocean to a deep water marina.  I’d strolled the paths there once, my husband and daughter never, so as the sun dropped, we decided to explore.  I had in mind this blog post, and the thought that I’d display some pictures. 

 

Enter the midges.  Anyone who lives near the shore knows that without a breeze, sundown on the marshes can be lethal.  Husband and daughter high-tailed it toward the car.  But I wanted to capture it.  Click, click as the sun dropped.  Cough, cough as I swallowed a bug.  Then I hit the end of my memory card.  I wasn’t done yet and I had to be careful…there were pictures on it I hadn’t saved yet.  Desperate to capture the reflection of the rotting pilings on the still water, I deleted, swatted, clicked, deleted, swatted, clicked.  Not the best way to frame a great shot.  

Twelve hours later, I still feel like things are crawling on me.  But I got myself a blog post.  That's all I was asking for.