Old Farts at the Beach

Old Farts at the Beach

How do we choose what to hold on to as life slips away faster––
pulled by a stronger tide?
We want to fall through days with no plans,
like teenagers in a small town,
wandering around to find adventure where they can––
last minute expeditions
to small places
that prick delight.

From beaches piled so high with coral that it shreds our shoes,
we collect shells and driftwood shards and sea skate egg casings––
treasures with no larger price tags than precious time––
hints of another world we have earlier viewed like voyeurs from above,
our goggles misting over as that world darts by
too quickly to catch by hand or camera lens or
anything but memory.

None of us desire to waste time with anything else but wasting time.
“We are in this world to fart around,” Kurt Vonnegut once said,
and we want to have tattoos of it so we won’t forget––
all too aware that soon some of us will.

(Click on first photo to enlarge all photos, then on arrow to view all. When you have viewed all of the photos, click on X on the upper left side of thepage to come back to this page.)


Update: Want to see where we went for lunch? It’s called Restaurante La Mosca, aka The Fly Cafe. You can see photos HERE.


13 thoughts on “Old Farts at the Beach

  1. Marilyn Armstrong

    I haven’t been on a beach in the summer in years, though I’ve been there to take pictures at dawn in the fall and other off season times. Warm sand in your toes and the smell of the ocean. Mmmm.


    1. lifelessons Post author

      But somehow this was all just the right mix of strangers who all had the right amount of kid in them. Not one person wanting to go home early or bothered by the flies or sun. Can’t wait to post the rest of the story–i.e. about visiting The Fly Restaurant. (Yes, as in buzzing flies–its real name.) I have a day’s drive ahead of me tomorrow and then a company, but I’ll eventually get around to telling the rest of the story with pictures.


  2. judyreeveswriter

    How could I have missed this one? Love it. Thanks for telling me. I must have missed your blog that day for some strange reason. PS I’d love to be one of the old farts on the beach.

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  3. Pingback: Cee’s Odd Ball Photo 2016 Week 32: The Fly Cafe | lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

  4. Anonymous

    This has to be one of my favorites Judy..your line about treasures with no higher price tag than precious time speaks volumes about life and growing older. Great photos too!

    Liked by 1 person


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