There's something soothing about getting to the beach earlier in the day than everyone else and taking in the sounds of the surf and the seabirds.
I think all New Yorkers forget sometimes that we live on an island.
Mind you, I don't go near the water anyplace this close to the city but I'm pretty sure it was too cold for a dip anyway. Brighton Beach is a Russian neighborhood, and you can find people in the water year-round going for a swim.
Also, the thing about this beach is that people are pretty comfortable with their bodies. It makes for some mighty fine people watching.
Be happy that my focal point was off. This guy had skin-tight skivvies on that showed all his junk. The soft focus improves the situation greatly.
There was something really disturbing about this chap. I couldn't put my finger on it until he passed me by.
MAKE IT STOP! Oh, my eyes. What is seen can not be unseen.
Sadly, I got this crazy deer-in-the-headlights thing happening and the prize buck eluded my camera. He seemed like a local. Maybe I'll get him next time. His neon green speedo still haunts my dreams.
On to the knitting.
I'm still crawling along
The Pucker top. I actually finished this up on Sunday and I love it...pictures soon. It's simple and quick to knit and makes a drapey flattering summer top. I'm still love/hating this yarn, but the end result was worth it. The sunshiny lemon color makes me happy.
I have a bunch of FOs that I need to take pictures of this weekend. I also finished spinning for the Oatmeal Cardigan and started swatching in earnest last night...I'm really very happy the way the yarn came out and I have my itchy cast-on finger at the ready.