Beachy Keen
I like the beach in the evening when most of the people are gone, when a gully of sea water lights up with the fire of sunset that catches and spreads to the sky. I like to walk to the big house with the weathered shingles and the shamrock hanging on the front porch and imagine renting a room for the summer. I pick up rocks and then – reminding myself how heavy they would be to lug back to Virginia – throw them back down. A tiny shell fits snug in the pocket of my jeans. A crescent of a white feather makes me look up at the moon that is rising. It’ll be as big as half a quahog shell by tomorrow night.
May 29th, 2012 8:55 pm
Love the picture, the story and you!
May 30th, 2012 2:43 am
You really paint a beautiful picture with words, my dear…And, that is a terrific photo….!
May 30th, 2012 5:58 am
Colleen, whenever you visit Hull, you remind me of my home away from home. . .give your mother my best!
May 30th, 2012 8:49 am
I will do that, Stuart. We waved to your dad on the way to Physical Therapy yesterday.
May 30th, 2012 1:35 pm
Lovely place. And you pun machine. How do you keep up the pace?
June 3rd, 2012 5:03 pm
these beautiful pastels remind me of surises and sunsets on the pacific, precious moments which despite a good camera or the skill of the phtographer, just cannot always be captured exactly as we see them. exquisite image here, colleen.