Surfing At Virginia Beach

D's Photos, My Poems



I caught you in a time of joy

As once you found a wave

And rode it for it’s very worth

Upon this warm, clear day.

My camera is my surfboard now

It seeks out waves of joy

Like those that have surrounded you

On this day in July.

We know your time is near an end

The beach will soon be dark

But I will always have this scene

Emblazoned on my heart.

A moment when the sun did shine

A twilight vast and free

A fantasy I rode the waves

A silly old diary.


Diane Ackerman/ Virginia Beach/ Surfer

D's Photos

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth. ~Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses