_94A8860 I was surprised by the lake's dark and choppy brush strokes on what seemed an idyllic summer afternoon, but I took its cautionary reflections to heart.

_94A6392 - Version 6 A young man was doing flips off of rocks on the beach as the sun set, and I asked him if I could take his picture. He said okay, and then continued doing his flips, seemingly oblivious to both my camera and the awed expression of other spectators. How good it must feel to be able to flip up in the air on a whim, any time and any where you feel like it.

_94A3058 Water from the New Croton Dam starts its journey to the city's taps gently at first, and then with delicious frenzy and foam.

_94A8569 Taking that last dive truly marks the end of summer.

_94A8003 I caught a glimpse of death on a beautiful summer day in the Hamptons, whizzing by on my way to a party. So still and quiet, before the vanishing point.

_94A6446 Stopping in a parking lot to take photographs of raindrops on car hoods atop reflections of sunnier clouds provoked suspicion. I had to give assurances that I was not a thief, a policeman, or an insurance inspector.

_94A6573 - Version 2 Luminous water galaxies swirled around the ferry from Martha's Vineyard as it headed back to the mainland in the early evening.

Sailing in Sea Glare A late afternoon bike ride down a long dirt road on Chappaquidick and a brief hike up a cliff led to a spectacular view of a sailboat adrift in sea glare.