the pier on Santa Monica Beach
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so, it's Saturday morning, i have a quick look at the 64 Challenge group and realize that the deadline is Sunday and NOT Monday, like i'd thought.
i grabbed my new precious gem of a camera, my point and shoot just in case- seeing as i didn't know how to use a "real" camera. i still don't know my aperture from my ISO from my shutter stop from my histogram. seriously. (this and every other photo was taken on "Auto". i know, right? what is wrong with me?)
also grabbed the book i've been wrapped up in, the blackberry that hates me, some money and sunglasses. stuffed it all into a messenger bag and headed out to Santa Monica. I'd been wanting to get a shot of that Ferris Wheel for ages and it was a gorgeous warm Saturday. so, the beach it was.
got there around 1pm. wandered about. weaved through the heavy foot traffic on the main area of the pier, watched the rides go, and then spent loads of time walking around the shore and then underneath that pier, up on the slightly wet sand and watched the waves crash into the wooden poles, contentedly.
it was sort of dark-ish underneath this massive wooden pier and it was a little magical with the sunlight straining to get in with the waves. best part was when all the adorable little ones would run through and splash about in and around the poles like it was the Best Place On Earth Ever.
there were two particularly awesome little ones that were happily scrounging around trying to get a crab that had crawled in. i caught it for them since they both squealed in half delight, half fear when the crab got too close. so i solved the problem by procuring a large cup, a bit of sand, a bit of water and placing mr. crab gently inside so they could ooh and ahhh and cautiously try and touch it very quickly on top of it's head.
i suppose theoretically i should be a bit more cautious talking to random children, but i honestly got as excited as they did about the prospect of catching the crab. and their mom was smiling on, so it was okay. (we, of course, let mr. crab, whom we named Bob, go back into the sand and poles and sea)
when i was a child, my mom took me and my brother to the beach in Santa Monica once every few weeks. our favorite thing to do was to run out into the waves, my brother and i, and as soon as the wave began receding we'd dig super super super fast where the air bubbles in the sand came up and the little grey sand crabs (the harmless ones without claws) would be caught up in our cupped palms, wriggling about and tickling.
it's funny. i remember more now than i ever did before how much we found the same amount of near obsessive joy in the same things. from classic rock to novels we'd pass back and forth to each other or going on hunts for bugs and insects and of course later, throwing parties together when our parents went away. just few of the many, many things.
i wish i remembered back then to not to forget to remember all the good things when they were happening instead of looking back on "the good old days".
i ended up staying until 9 that night. i had no idea what stunning images that lit up Ferris Wheel and sunset and wet sand would provide. or how peaceful and tranquil i'd feel just being there, near the ocean and memories.
i lost track of time and couldn't believe i'd been there for 8 hours and it was dark, dark, dark by the time i packed it in. it was what i didn't know i needed. it was "the good old days", but i remembered to remember that this time.
for the group "cliches are fun" - reflections.