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Muddy oysters, fresh from the sound.
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We have to spray off the mud before steaming them.
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Mom's weather vane.
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The gas burner we use.
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The big pots for steaming & the oyster bar Dad made from scrap plywood.
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Ready to steam.
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Ready for the first batch to start.
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Dad checking the weather.
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The backyard.
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The steaming starts.
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Waiting, waiting for the oysters to pop open.
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First batch ready.
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Horseradish, tabasco sauce, cocktail sauce, melted butter, jalapeno slices, crackers . . . yum!
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Pop 'em open and eat.
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My brother made me one with everything. Tabasco, jalapeno, horseradish, on a ritz with the oyster. It was good!
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A few I opened were ready to eat. I usually just put a dash of horseradish on them before eating.
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Oyster bar open. That one in my brother's hand is huge.
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Serious biz.
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Me n' Dad n' some oysters.
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Fresh and pretty and steamed just right.
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More.
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Emma finds a patch of sun.
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Dad and daughter.
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Dad and son and daughter.
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Emma helping with Sunday dinner's fish fry.
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Emma telling Grandma how to cook?
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Sunday dinner fish fry. 3 kinds of fish Dad caught.
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These were from the Chesapeake Bay in Va. (Dad & Uncle Gary caught them)
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These were caught by Dad and his friend Keith at Topsail.
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These were caught by Dad and his friend Bobby at Topsail.
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Grandma rocking her 2 grandkids after lunch.
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Mason.
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Emna.
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A Sunday evening stroll on Topsail Island.
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Lines in the sand.
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From a shell's point of view.
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Gulls.
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Shells like buttons.
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A natural sponge. It was soft.
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Nature's heiroglyphics on this shell.
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Red coral. It was hard and brittle.
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Beautiful but cold.
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Dolphins in the water.
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More dolphins.
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I found a starfish too. It was dead, though.
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Monday morning the canal was frozen over.
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The sun started breaking up the ice.
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Thin layer of ice.
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Emma.
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The photographer.
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