By the time we reached the end of the pier and turned around? We were walking icicles from the frigid wind…

 

 

And I think the husband was starting to rethink this whole marriage thing.

 

 

I kept telling him it was a beautiful, brisk, clear day….

 

 

And he kept stifling his impulse to heave me over the side.

 

 

Yes, like that.

 

 

Heading back to the building we followed red memorial fish…

 

 

Agreed wholeheartedly with a turtle….

 

 

And discovered there was a miniature aquarium inside.

 

 

Fish are wonderful.

 

 

And sometimes wonderfully strange.

 

 

I always wonder what the heck they’re thinking.

 

 

Here’s my husband, the Fish Whisperer, having a moment.

 

 

It’s odd. He sidles up next to a tank and they flock to him….

 

 

Which allows me to get some fun shots.

 

 

Is it me…

 

 

Or is that an awfully small head for such a large body?

 

 

Interspecies communing over, I thought about trying to get the husband to walk the beach with me…

 

 

But I was envisioning another wife with a bad idea buried under that mound of sand and called it good.