well, I've got 16,000+ of 'em (this is the blog version of home movies . . . yikes!). Montauk, end-of-Sept., 2009:Pamella fave Peter Beard has property on one of those headlands.
Eating at the spiffiest place in East Hampton because almost everyplace else is closed during the offseason. Not that I'm complaining; the food was great.
First morning east of the Hamptons, looking east from the White Sands Motel, stiff west wind.
Pamella's fave nursury in East Hampton. A touch of Japan . . . $22,000.
Pamella getting a kiss from her (concrete) warthog.
White pine almondeye.
Where we made two wardrobe purchases for Pamella, surf bunny.
Looking due east at the tip of Long Island. There were some nice peaks, but they broke directly into the rocks. I guess it could work on a bigger swell.
Pamella at the eastern end of the world.
I did actually get to surf Ditch Plains (a village east of Montauk), but, of course, the battery in the camera was dead, so, no pics. The water was chilly, the wind was blowing, the sun was going in and out of the clouds, and I only had a thin wetsuit top, making for a brisk, abbreviated session. The above is a reenactment of a hang ten that never happened.
Jazz great Percy Heath; Montauk man? The plaque, at the lighthouse, reads: Percy Heath, "The Fiddler," April 30 1923 ~ April 28, 2005, Tuskegee Airman, jazzman, fisherman, artist and friend. Percy made the music of this place sing on his fishing rod and his fiddle. "I've been around the world nine times and I don't want to be anyplace else but right here in Montauk."
Miz Pamella's son, David, came out (from the city) for the day. Lunch @ Lenny's.
WTF!? Near Montauk Point: A World War Two vintage radar station; a typical upscale Montauk beach house; a gigantic, yellow, fuzzy mouse with something on his head and the rusting bones and concrete of a house in the making.