Tuesday, August 09, 2005
filling in the lake
The water brings out the kid in all of us. This young man was on a mission to refill the lake, one shovel at a time. He was having a great time throwing sand back in the lake, alternating with jumping up over the very, very tame waves lapping the shore.
My own childhood was marked by the feeling of being landlocked. Occasionally we would venture to downtown Chicago for a day at the beach. Once a year we made our pilgrimage to Westville, Florida where most days were spent begging dad to take us to DeFuniak Springs for a swim in the cold and rusty colored spring water. It wasn't the gulf but at least it was preferable to the creepy sand pond with its hanging Spanish moss, gators and snakes. It was something straight out of a bad '50's horror movie.