Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay, Again

Just some pics that I took at my favorite 2 spots: Demen's Landing and the Vinoy.

A boat heading back home...

This area against the Bay is full of green park area, joggers, people flying kits, playing football and anything else you can imagine people doing in the out of doors. And boats plying at sea far away...

Where pigeons romp with squirrels...

And the view from the park bench gives you a great shot at the soon-to-be-destroyed Pier...

Colorful jets flying into Tampa International...

Boats tied up in the public marina...

Low-flying birds and neat names of boats...

And Coast Guard ships tied up in a fenced in CG station.

Like the man said, "You don't think about them until you need them."

A plane over at Whitted clicking on to his banner to fly over the tourists spots...

More cool boats...

Walkers taking in the warm summer sun...

Realizing that palm trees mean "tropical"...

A flock of terns sunning on the Vinoy Beach...

Tourists amazed at the sights...

Dog lovers walking their buddies in between cell phone calls.

A classic ageless sight of a boat at sea...

An artists inspiration...

A view from the dock looking at the sea...

Lovers embracing...

More artists' inspiration...

And picture taking opportunities...

The birds, the sea, the sky...

The city...

Another cutter...

And finally, the Dali Museum

Nothing too spectacular here unless you consider walking around in shorts and riding a motorcycle in January is kind of special. Just your ordinary stuff at the Park and Downtown.

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