Hard Aground II

I was riding in my car with a friend today, and she said "Wouldn't it be interesting if you found a blog shot today while I am riding with you." Not fifteen minutes later I drove by this old oyster boat, up on blocks in a parking lot, in the village of Oyster Bay, of all places. I immediately jumped out of the car (well, I stopped and parked first...) grabbed my camera and spent 15 minutes photographing the scene. Note to anyone who might be a passenger in my car... be prepared to wait when I see an interesting subject. When I was growing up in Milford, Connecticut, across the sound, I would ride my bike down to Brad's dock after school, and every day at 3:30 PM a line of oyster boats would enter the harbor from the sound. The boats were dirty white with rust stains all over, from the iron fittings on the boat. I have taken some photos of them, and the negatives must be somewhere, and I hope I can find them one of these days. The oyster fishery in Long Island Sound collapsed after predators - starfish and oyster drills - and pollution, decimated the mollusk, and the boats have been long gone for years now.