Some photographs need no explanation. They are just what they are—a moment in time that is. Little else.

So that is why I won’t bother you with how I came to make this week’s image completely drenched on my way home to Southport from a trip to the dump, oops ... dating myself — refuse disposal facility.

I was dutifully employed as a trash disposal expert to accumulate some long held possessions and escort them to aforementioned facility. On my way across Lakeside Drive I noticed some darkness gathering to the north. As I rounded the upper end of West Harbor Pond, the darkness in the sky became most visible, but diligent servant that I am, I made a run for it, hoping not to get caught in it.

When I arrived at the delivery depot, the sky was absolutely black with rolling swirls of gray and an occasional rumble of thunder. I got the pickup cover fastened back and began to unload my cache of goods, after making contact with one of the helpful supervisors for proper clearance and delivery location. It started to pour. Never even a hint of sprinkle, just firehose torrents! Within 30 seconds I was totally soaked, but carried out my mission. Then the hail started! As if it weren’t enough to look like a drowned rat, I was now being pelted and pummeled by ice cubes from above! What’s a mother to do?

As I recovered from my beating, I drove into the Harbor to pick up some drawer knobs at Grover’s. Along the way, cars were pulled over, people were scurrying under trees and overhangs and drivers of very expensive cars were freaking out. But not I, intrepid warrior that I am. Complete the mission at all costs. When I arrived at Grover’s, Merritt bless his heart, offered me a dry Grover’s T-shirt, which I shall cherish.

When I rounded Mill Cove, on my way home, I noticed the big green pokey catching boat anchored near the end of Wotton’s pier and made for the St. Andrews parking lot and the secret stairway. A monster big yacht was tied up across the way and Fez’s red boat sat in front of my primary interest (that’s a good name for a boat!). And along came a pleasant young lady in a kayak from the left.