I took these photos on a beach in Woodstown, Ireland around 1984 and I've always loved them. I was trying to take a photograph of the abandoned boat. I didn't know those little girls, they were just running along the beach singing and dancing with the joyful abandon so often only known to children. "Children" ha ha, I was only 17 years old myself at the time.
The contrast of the empty boat and the full of life children reminds me...
"To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
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a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
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a time to lose and a time to seek;
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a time to keep silent and a time to speak;"
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ecclesiastes 3:1-8
I find myself treading water as of late and before the universe decides what's going to "give", I'm going to decide for myself. I'll be on an extended blog break for while. I know you all have been here (probably many times) and you understand so, bye for a little bit. Hopefully I'll see you when I get all this water out of my boat and feel like I can set sail again.
