Sunset On The Rocks
The next to the last day of vacation and I was forced to take a rest by the three H’s (heat, haze and humidity) and a very sore back and legs after wandering through a large museum on each of the past two days. My old butt was just worn slam out!
I decided to spend the day sorting and editing some of the 1500+ frames I’d shot thus far while in Virginia Beach but soon grew restless and headed out to see what was blooming in Mom’s garden.
I’ve been told, repeatedly, what each variety is but I am horticulturally challenged and likely will be for life. I just know what pleases my eye through the viewfinder and will be content to let it go at that.
Mom does have a touch when it comes to posies.
It was about this time that a familiar voice spoke to me.
COME ON, DADDY;
WE’RE GOING TO THE BEACH!
RUN, JOHN, RUN!
SAMMY WANTS TO SWIM!!!
John is Laura’s boyfriend and Sam was wearing him out! This was also Sam’s first trip to the beach in warm weather and he had just learned that Labs can swim. I concentrated on the scenery while Sam ran John ragged.
The gulls seemed to be riding the golden beams of sunlight as much as the onshore breeze.
This is the fence line between the US Navy base at Little Creek and the civilian beach. My uncle owned a good bit of the beach running on this side of the fence and this is where I, and a great many other Chic’s Beach teens, came of age. The rip rap boulders placed along the fence line are known as The Rocks.
Besides learning how to surf, illegally, on the Navy side of the fence where the shore break is always much better, many of us spent long hours sitting on those rocks.
Whether pondering the mysteries of life, indulging in a little illegal intoxicants, experiencing first love or just watching the sunset The Rocks was an integral part of our youth and the mere mention of the name will always bring a smile and faraway look to any of us.
As I watched a few couples, both young and not so young, stroll hand in hand towards The Rocks to watch the sun set once more I had a pleasant bout of déjà vu.
As a lone gull patrolled the water’s edge in my view finder I was once more back in the days of my youth. This is what draws me back to the beach no matter how far I roam. Can you feel The Rocks calling to you to come sit a spell with the rest of us?
This post is dedicated to Jeanne Holland Newton who requested a few shots of this special place while I was back home with my family, visiting Mom. Her request set me to thinking about just how much this section of surf and sand means to me and I realized that I’m not the only one who loves this special place. Thanks Jeanne!