I set out to cash in my change.
Exchange metal for paper. Exchange paper for different paper. Exchange paper for magnetic bits at bank.
I heard them before I saw them.
There was a deer in this photo too. I can’t find it now.
UPDATE: Viza reports:
(September 5) The purpose of the journey to West Sayville was Bradstock, a festival that originated in nearby Blue Point, and has wandered a bit around Long Island before settling in my old hometown of West Sayville.
And lots and lots of people. This is the first year they sold out.
There was beer. And not shit beer. Louis and Viza would have approved.
Pete bought us some peace sign pins from the hippies.
A number of people were flying kites. I understand this is traditional.
The Great South Bay. I used to spend all my time on the north shore though. Go figure.