THREW Mikes EyEz

Original Writings, Images, Video and Artworks of Mike Hartley



I’m from Maryland and we say wader. Nothing like a day on the wader. Watch for those rip currents in the wader at the ocean. Look how clear the wader in the bay is this year. Do you believe those people who do the polar bear plunge in that cold wader in January?

Sun on the water along River Road.
Photo by Mike Hartley

I bet the wader is cool in Ocean City still. Do you believe how deep that wader was rushing down Main Street. I should drink more wader.

Light and movement.
Photo by Mike Hartley

It’s all wader under the bridge. I hate it when a pipe burst and there is wader all over the place.

A stream sounds nice washing over the rocks. But I live the surf pounding on the sandy shores of the Atlantic.
Photo by Mike Hartley

So it was a nice short ride along the South Branch of the Patapsco River on River road along da Wader. One I’ll take again on a warm summer morning.

Random Thoughts of the Day

  • Thinking of my Father in law this evening.
  • It’s hard to think of much else.
  • A man I’ve been blessed to know.
  • A man I respect.
  • A man who is loved.

Author: Mike Hartley

With a lifetime and a half in the Newspaper industry I'm preparing for my retirement career as an Artist, Writer, Photographer and Video content provider. I'm a proud father of two wonderful children and I'm still married to the first girl I fell in love with and probably only one that would have me.

2 thoughts on “Wader

  1. Gee, in my family elders, it is more like “wudder”. And “warsh”. As in, “don’t forget to turn the wudder awf after you warsh your hands!”

    • I think ours came along after a few too many shots. Just like the “Evveryone into the Pueoole”. As the people stood on the side were told to get in the wader or be pushed in.

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