Breaking the Waves

06/21/2009

Breaking the Waves

This afternoon, Stephen escorted our friend Thomas -- who had endured enough rain for one weekend -- back to the ferry.

I stayed behind and took photographs of the sky, which though not exactly filled with sun, had turned an almost iridescent shade of white.

Lest you forget, we are in The Pines.

After Stephen got back, we went for a walk on the beach.

We passed a group of volleyball players, one of whom was later overheard to say: "I think we made better use of the beach 2day than n e one else." I wasn't sure if I agreed, as I made clear to Stephen: "Wait until they see my blog post," I said, although I have no reason to think any of them are regular readers.

A bird landed nearby and I wished that it would turn to the side, for a better shot.

As so often happens with birds, however, it immediately flew away, as if taunting me. I've learned not to take this sort of thing personally, though.

The waves were in good form today, rolling up to the beach in perfect curls.

I thought about all the different things in life for which waves can serve as a metaphor. I remembered how much I used to like Lars von Trier (via Breaking the Waves), but how I haven't seen any of his movies since Dancer in the Dark, which I hated (s0000 boring).

I became intrigued by the abstract patterns in the sand.

I tried to imagine what this driftwood looked like five or ten or twenty years ago, when it was part of a living tree, and whether it was coming home to rest (via installation in a Fire Island garden) or heading out to sea, to continue its journey to another part of the world.

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Did the value of your apt. go up? I'm so glad you gatos understand, they look healthy and seemed to be loved.

Posted by: Davi- | 06/30/2009 at 10:33 PM

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