Right Of Spring

One of my favorite things about the beginning of Spring -- other than it no longer being Winter -- is that I'm within three months of Summer and scenes like this.

Early evening in late July on the water in Maryland, this seemed to me like a staged Chamber of Commerce brochure -- the hotel on the water, the quaint and clever Hard Crab Cafe, the silent speed boat slumbering until braving the waves with tomorrow's crowd of tourists. For me, it was the perfect unforced cliche. I had to have it.

I never saw this scene again, never patronized the Assateague House, never tamed the tide in the Patriot, nor savored seafood at the Hard Crab Cafe. But I enjoy all of them every time I see this picture.