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Beach Sunday


A kid practising his surfing skills.



I was stunned when I saw this guy's gut.  At what point do you see yourself in the mirror and just say, "Oh f#$@ it." Anyway, I got this beach gut and both guys falling simultaneously in a single shot.  It was our first day at the beach where we went in the water since last fall.  Water was fine, day was perfect, the waves small, and we all got burned.  And here are some other pics of the day.




Personal boats all over the place.


Tourists on the Dolphin Racer looking for the frolicking sea life.  Hmmm.  Whats the difference between a dolphin and porpoise? 


A beauty strutting her stuff.


Even beauties have the scratch their asses.


Sailing.  Wasn't there a song about that?


Fast boat.  I'm starting a Boat-For-Mike Fund.  Donations gladly accepted.  Inquiries on how you can contribute to this endeavor can be sent to this blog.

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