beach baby beach
June 15th, 2004 byIt was good.
The water was warm and cool at the same time.
The wind was brisk and friendly simultaneously.
The people were also half nekkid and I didn’t like that much.
Hey, you don’t see me nekkid do ya buddy so put on some clothes or let me buy you some from The Salvation Army.
All I did was stand in the water and snap picture after picture of anything and everything with my new digital camera. Now, if I only knew how to use it as it should be. My mom sat in the water, just letting the water caress by and high. My dad paced the entire beach in excercising efforts, then came panting to us. He felt better.
Me…
I knew I felt good. I grew up on this sea, more then half my life spent in a house facing the sea. I remember this sea, the salt water and all, the plants and all, the fishermen in their tiny wooden boats y’all. I remember most of it, I do.
And I knew that this sea knew me too.
June 16th, 2004 at 7:24 am
sometimes the most terrifying thing about going back to the places you once called home is that you find that after all the anticipation, you return to something that isn’t ‘home’ anymore and is now completely stranger to you – im glad the sea was comforting and allowed you to swim in countless memories of childhood…
June 18th, 2004 at 2:23 pm
water is good. sand adds to the goodness but seaweeds take from it. you can never go wrong with water. i was this vague memory for my dad holding my hand and my brother’s hand and lifting us which at that time felt like he was making us walk on water as the waves came crashing in
June 20th, 2004 at 8:04 pm
at first I thought the camera was…sa de ta…then…when I saw the results…I was like…sa de dont!!!
