Picnicing on the wharf w/ a friend.
Building and constructing.
"In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth." ~ Rachel Carson
"At the beach, life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun."- Unknown
Homemade fishing pole: stick (check), piece of sandy string (check), cheeto ball for bait (check)
A leech! Yes, indeed! Every beach outing needs an icky, gross subject to make it memorable. Yes, indeed.
And another UunidentiFiable Object...
Mud bathes because that's what girls do.
Walks in the park!
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth. ~Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses
Another icky, gross object: fish bones!
"Why does the ocean rock the moon to sleep every night? So the sun will wake and kiss the beach."- J. Henson
Picnic on the sand!
Strawberries, lemon cookies, chicken wraps and little girls.
Blankets, baskets, and book bags
And brothers who give you a boat ride!
We proclaim this "Best Friend's Beach"!
And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses - would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories? ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. ~Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal
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