We were on the beach at 5:30 this morning for a clam dig. Ginny hauled in a limit and we headed out. On the way back down the beach we decided to stop for a few photos in front of the Peter Iredale, a wreck from 1906. I decided that it would be appropriate to photograph Ginny in her normal state, talking on the phone.
Normally I am a pessimist of the first order, but, I will have to reconsider my plan to restore the Peter Iredale to A1 (Lloyds) condition.
There is a little more rust than I expected.
