When I post photos on this site I try to include pictures with a common theme, but tonight (I know it’s late.) I thought I would post two photos I simply like for their beauty, even though they have nothing in common.
I’m not sure what’s up with the first photo. The young man doesn’t look happy, but how could someone as beautiful as him not be happy? U-m-m-m, for a brief moment I forgot one of life’s important lessons: beauty comes with a price; you never know if people like you for yourself, or simply because you’re pretty. If that’s how the beautiful people go through life, I think I’ll pass. At least my friends love me for who I am am.
Okay, here’s the second photo, an entirely different shot. If you follow this site, you know I like surfing, though I’m not very good at the sport. In fact, I’m not too good at any sport, but I don’t let the fact stop me from doing my best.
This second photo brings to mind one of my favorite novels titled On a Wave by Thad Ziolkowski, a very talented writer who spent his teenage years in Breavrd County, where I surf. Here’s the book’s blurb:
“In this prizewinning poet’s wry and exhilarating coming-of-age story, Thad Ziolkowski’s On a Wave poignantly looks back at adolescence in a memoir of his surfing years. As a disenchanted, unemployed English professor, Thad decides one day to sneak away from his temp job in Manhattan and catch a wave off a dingy Queens shoreline. In the meager cold waves, he contemplates how he could have possibly become a semi-depressed, chain-smoking, aimless man when for a few shining years of his boyhood, he was invincible. His lapsed love affair with the ocean begins amid the late-sixties counterculture in coastal Florida.
“After his parents’ divorce, nine-year-old Thad escapes from his difficult family — notably a new brooding and explosive stepfather — by heading for the thrilling, uncharted waters of the local beach. In the embrace of the surf, he is able to stay offshore for years, until his life is upended once again, this time by a double tragedy that deposits him at a crossroads between a life in the waves and a life on land. Lyrical and disarmingly funny, On a Wave is a glorious portrait of youth that reminds readers of Tobias Wolff’s “This Boy’s Life” and Frank Conroy’s “Stop-Time.”
If you don’t read another book in 2014, please read On a Wave. Here’s a buy link:
Okay, it’s late and I am tired. I can’t say I enjoyed watching tonight’s football game between Denver and San Diego. At times I think watching football is a huge waste of time. But my session at the golf course was lovely, so I won’t complain about my day. It’s a beautiful night, here in central Florida, and I would not choose living elsewhere, no way.
Have a nice Sunday night, everyone.