This reminds me a little of what I remember the beach to be like when I was a kid. Combined with the carnival ride photos, it evokes memories of spending the day at Long Beach with my dad, then going over to Queen’s Park (long gone) for rides on ferris wheels and roller coasters and assorted other cheesy park rides.
Now, roller coasters and ferris wheels terrify me. Something about realizing that we’re all mortal, I suppose. I’ve never lost my love of the beach and the ocean though. I can stand with my toes in the waves and know that whatever has gotten hold of me for that day will be swept away in the undertow, leaving me with cold toes and a clear mind.
- Tilting at windmills