I remember growing up on the beaches of Long Island and time stopped as I idly played in the sun – sand pebbles, hot between my toes. The shore lapping. Time was still. Joy was mine. The smell of sultry, humid heat peppered with salty seaweed baking on the beach. The warming of the tasty, briny, mineral rich water. Seagulls squawking. Horseshoe crabs landing on the shore, fiddler crabs popping out of holes in the wet shoreline sand. The grasses and reeds brushing, rustling their bristles as the summer breeze wafted through. Little undetermined yet audible animals scurrying amongst the brush on the dunes by the worn redwood fences…..and I wake up and with a startle I remember and realize – time is just a blip – but it is a continuum always.
Pictures taken on October 12, 2011 on the Long Island North Shore/The Sound