I found the bridge

Spanning the sides. We will have to get back in our car. We will have to drive back home. We will have to cross that bridge, right to left this time. Such a lovely day for my dear wife Karen and I.

Almost a castle

Forboding. What a house this is, thought I, as my dear wife Karen and I passed it both ways strolling on the waterside Brewerton street. Wow. It’s not your usual waterfront house, thought I, but they surely went all out.

A house on the water

Peeking out. Walking back on our Brewerton waterside street stroll, I knew that house right next to the rolling inlet had a prime spot. Wait until you see the house itself tomorrow.

There’s our flag

The centerpiece. Somehow I knew I’d find a perfectly positioned American Flag during my waterside Brewerton street stroll with my dear wife Karen. And there she proudly flew.

Sturdy tree

Perfect spot. Somebody, a long, long time ago, I imagine taking a stroll with my dear wife Karen along the Brewerton waterside street, thought that spot would be a good spot for a tree. Or maybe a seed was taken there by a big wind …

Why not hang out?

Inviting. Many of the waterside properties spotted by my dear wife Karen and I during our beautiful post-lunch stroll along the Brewerton road were festooned with No Trespassing signs of some sort. And yet the word that pops to my mind about this so-lovely private dock scene is, yes, inviting. No, I did not get…

Boat spot, surely

Ready and waiting. When you live so close to the water, why not have a spot to put your boat in? Some folks have decided to build a dock on their land across from their home, my dear wife Karen and I see on our Brewerton street stroll. Looks convenient.

Blossoms catch my eye

Well-placed. The property along the water appeared to be owned by those fortunate enough to live in the houses on the other side of the Brewerton road strolled by my dear wife Karen and I. Those in control get to fashion the plots, some large and some less so, as they wish. I like the…

Peaceful, easy feeling

Reaching out. As my dear wife Karen and I started our stroll down the Brewerton lane that flanked the pretty waterside, we looked out over a small but sturdy dock busy with small vessels ready to enjoy both the inlet and, I assumed, action out on Oneida Lake. Of course, one could just choose to…