This Sunday afternoon, near the Boardwalk's Big Wheel, I got lost while trying to find the volleyball team. After following a short path among Victorian houses, I found myself at the Harbor.

The boats were reflected in the quiet water. A kind of Polynesian boat briefly streaked through the channel. Various vessels entered or left the harbor between colorful buoys. On the southern side, I passed by the oddly shaped Harbor Master House.

Still not finding anyone, I started to come back, just in time to see a small white boat about to pass under the bridge.

(Big Wheel, reflections, Harbor Master House, boats, victorian house, buoy)