Other-waters

We fell in love down at the pier
You were sunbathing, I was around
Soon we were sharing a beer
We fell in love at the pier

Alfred Thomas Agate (born February 14, 1812, in Sparta, New York; died January 5, 1846, Washington, D.C.) was a noted American artist, painter and miniaturist.

Agate lived in New York from 1831-1838. He studied with his brother, Frederick Styles Agate, a portrait and historical painter. He later went on to study with Thomas Seir Cummings.

Agate was a brilliant artist, capable of drawing landscapes, portraits, and scientific illustrations. Although he was a talented and trained artist, his landscape sketches were masterful, full of minute detail. For much of his landscape drawing, in order to save time, Agate used a camera lucida, a device which projected the scene onto a piece of paper for purposes of tracing. By the late 1830s, Agate was exhibiting his work at the National Academy of Design in New York, and established himself as a skilled painter in oils.

St. Augustine is the oldest continually occupied European settlement in the continental United States; only San Juan on Puerto Rico predates the city as the oldest settlement within the territory of the United States. The city was founded by the Spanish admiral Pedro Menéndez de Avilés on August 28, 1565, the feast day of Augustine of Hippo, and consequently named by him San Agustín. This came 21 years before the English settlement at Roanoke Island in Virginia Colony and 42 years before the successful settlements of Santa Fe, New Mexico and Jamestown, Virginia.

The Alma is an 1891 built scow schooner, which is now preserved at the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park in San Francisco, California. The Alma is a flat-bottomed scow schooner built in 1891 by Fred Siemer at his shipyard at Hunters Point in San Francisco.

Picture yourself on a boat in a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she’s gone