1. Naturally, a shark once washing ashore in front of our house was a bit disconcerting. I would imagine it’s not as disconcerting as a shark fin (or fins) swimming in circles in front of your house, like in the cartoons, however. So I guess there’s that.
3. These next two, taken in early 2011, are disturbing only because of our latitude. On an Alaskan beach, for instance, this would mean all’s right with the world. In the Carolinas? Not so much.Okay, maybe it was a little cool to see. Cool and disturbing.
Seriously, who does this?
Picture a middle-aged, suburban-looking couple taking their kids to the beach for a weekend getaway, dragging a mass of sand toys with them for an afternoon of fun. “Kids, what should we build today? I’m thinking maybe a castle, or a school of dolphins, or a mermaid or, hey, what about a screaming guy who looks like he was buried alive?”
5. This last one I kept going back and forth on, because frankly, it’s embarrassing. But I once read this essay on how writers, particularly ones that enjoy adding an element of humor to their writing, need to put themselves out there, to be willing to sacrifice
all at least some of their dignity for the sake of their writing. Ever since, I’ve felt almost a moral obligation to share what otherwise would be immediately deleted kept extremely private. I feel as if revealing this side of me is like I’m taking one for the team (the team being all of you), much as LCB recently did and will do again next year, albeit in a course of action that for him involves chocolate and not an ounce of embarrassment.
So, here’s what was meant to be a (dare I say?) semi-glamorous shot of me by the beach, like the shots I see on so many other blogs, shots worthy of my covetousness.
But I’m told it does that a lot.