“I did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time.” — Yann Martel in “LIFE OF PI”
Summertime, and the living is easy.
Unless you live and work at the beach. Then it’s a busy and sometimes stressful time. Work, sleep, eat, repeat.
If you’re a farmer, you might say, “Make hay while the sun shines.”
If you’re a baseball player, you might say, “It’s a long season, and you’ve got to trust it.”
I suppose we all might say, along with ‘Crash’ Davis, the perennial minor league slugger in “Bull Durham:”
“Some days you win, some days you lose, and some days it rains.”
Or, as the part-owner of a boardwalk 5-and-10-cent store told me more than 30 years ago: “You can make money in Ocean City, if you know what you’re doing.” Not that I paid much attention to making money, then or now.
These photos of a lifeguard stand on the beach catch the sunlight fading into dusk, along with the cloud shapes in the sky, which never remain the same for more than a minute. Let the record show that the photos were shot four days after the Solstice, in the Sixth Month of the Twelfth Year in the First Century of the Third Millennium, AD. Not that it matters.
In June of 2012, I began my 65th year, Continue reading