My dad just turned 74…my son is 26… their lives and experiences are miles apart… on our last full day in NY we took a walk on the boardwalk at Jones Beach and I was so glad to see these two men – who mean the world to me – talk and share moments together. So grateful for family.
Another shot from my recent trip to NY. This is the rest of the tower featured in the previous post. My dad and my son patiently waited while I walked around this tower and took a bunch of shots. It was a beautiful day to be on the shore!
I had the joy of spending some time in New York with my parents this past week. My parents are elderly now and have their share of physical struggles. They still live in the house I grew up in, so it is such a wonderful gift to go “home”…..and just….love them. My oldest son came with me…so my parents were especially happy to see their oldest grandchild. We laughed, enjoyed the sights and sounds of New York City, ate my mom’s AY-MAY-ZING Puerto Rican cooking, and this homesick Mid-westerner enjoyed a walk on the boardwalk with my dad and my son. I will post a couple more shots from that day, but for now a shot of the base of the Jones Beach Water tower, which by now, I think I have officially photographed to death! 🙂
Speaking of the bride to be (see previous post) here is our oldest daughter strolling along the shore of Jones Beach, NY, the summer we picked her up when she returned from The World Race. What is The World Race? Well, it was an opportunity that changed her life. If you like, you can read about it here. That’s all for now…the father of the bride is getting a little teary eyed…
and so i decided to run along the shore of my life
all the shells are still there
scattered shattered memories washed by the sea
wind and sand, salt and sun, time and rain
the ocean sings the waves dance
it has always been the way of grace
love is here
i am grateful
for all the love that is here
Well…. maybe not serving these today 🙂 Jones Beach, New York.
Back to my favorite beach: Jones Beach, NY. For me, the nature of the shore brings a welcomed reminder of my smallness…. a sense of wonder… a sense of story…. it’s funny that I really don’t have a desire to be on the sea… but taking a walk along the shore…the music of the waves…the sea gull choirs… the refrain of the ocean advancing and retreating as my feet are swallowed up by the sand… salty air you can taste… and memories… clinging to my dad as a child while he fearlessly carried me into – what was for me – the great deep ocean…i was terrified and overjoyed all at once…. or watching my dad effortlessly float on his back as he sailed away… my mom breaking out delicious food and making sure we had sunscreen… lots of sunscreen!….. hope you are having a great weekend…
Well, my last trip home to New York has resulted in a series of images of this water tower, and the beach. I have a couple more of the shore to post, but for now, the water tower wins the draw. My parents still live in the house I grew up in, so going home is always a wonderful experience. Jones Beach State Park is a big part of my growing up years, and, I will never tire of the shore and this cool structure. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Back to Jones Beach State Park for this capture. Have a wonderful weekend!
Back to Jones Beach State Park for this post. This is part of a series of images were taken back in January on a rather cold and dull day, so it has been fun working with the pictures to try and find some detail and perspective. I love the shore when it is like this…quiet…deserted…salty air…loud, winter surf…time speeds away and slows down all at once…if that makes sense…..
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