No man is an island, but some appear so....Warm summer morning, by the Hudson River to (get this!) test out a new telephoto lens. What a joy. And who should appear? A solitary water traveler, buffed and fit. Ankle-bound to a small board and slicing the gentle waves with a single paddle, he headed up the river towards the George Washington Bridge. Snap, snap, snap. Before and after, full steam ahead and then a tiny speck in the distance. I called out, promised him jpegs, and he responded with his name, said I could google him. No luck. I'll head to the boat master at the Marina Boat Basin for information on the "no man is an island' warrior .