Chepiwanoxet is a Narragansett Indian word that means - depending on who you ask - "devil's island" or "at the small separated place." Personally, I like the latter.
In the picture above, Alex was sitting there when an older gentleman with a bucket went by, chomping on a cigar. Alex - because he is six - announced loudly to Bill "I feel bad for that man - he's smoking!" Later on, when the man came back past us again, he stopped to make sure we'd heard Alex. He seemed kind of pleased, actually. And he showed us the baby crabs in his bucket - bait for tautaug fishing, which he planned to do the next morning, when most people would be at work. And then he re-lit his cigar and went on his way.
I get such a kick out of watching my kids fish.
That's a heron.
Seaweed - not a fish.
Do you need help, Julia?
No, Mom, I can do it myself!
Dumping water from her boots.
Replenishing the water in her boots.
Time to go home.