Serendipitous dive

Have I become a blawker? A blog-stalking dog-walker? The most ordinary events and activities laden with writerly opportunity. Like this morning, a classic blue-and-white Maritime winter moment, when I happened upon some divers taking a dip. The Northwest Arm uncharacteristically crystalline. Took them forever to duck, backwards flipper-flopping into the water. Air temp a balmy -1; dunno about the water.

So much like taking a story-plunge. A ton of tinkering, adjustments, hook-ups and prep-work beforehand to make it safe enough, pleasurable enough, before delving into the unknown.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, and they said, "Can't say. It's top secret."

Lots of old bottles down there, and golf balls.

And a ton of other stuff too, apparently.

But you start with what you know, then keep going.

So many treasures, gathering rust and barnacles.