. . . . . . . . She Sends Me. Well, it's actually Oyster Creek but she (my wife) did send me. This gorgeous, warm, sunny afternoon, Connie and I hopped in the roadster - top down and Bose Surround blasting - to do a bit of (vigorous) cruising on a perfect day. I took my camera thinking I might photograph the car somewhere, but I got caught up in driving it and forgot about making yet another picture of it. However, on the way home, Connie wanted to show me a little park in Richwood (a small community contiguous with Lake Jackson where we live) that abuts Oyster Creek - a sizable waterway that meanders all over Brazoria County (including a section that's adjacent to the street where we live - 3 or 4 miles from this little park). I took a few photos in this quiet, deserted place and decided to post a few here.
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First look at the creek - note the lines (ropes) hanging from the tree limbs; I can only assume they are remnants of ropes folks used last summer to swing over and drop into the creek:
Part of the deck overlooking the creek:
"Causeway" to the creek:
Foolishly shooting into the sun; who cares: it's just a few electrons - not expensive inorganic and organic chemicals formulated into a light-sensing film (who would ever think of doing something silly like that, anyway):