Patrushka At The Beach
Yeah, It's Sunday at Pismo Beach and the whole world has come to bask and dance and shriek with delight...
Or be young and beautiful for an hour of summer...
Or ponder 'bout why mustard is yellow...
Or sit quietly and wonder if there might be a whale...
Or just be out for a stroll 'cause it's summer,summer, wonderful summer at Pismo Beach.
Photos by Patrushka
Labels: Across America, Photos by Patrushka, Won't Fit In Box
posted by Christopher Newton at 3:20 PM
8 Comments:
The only other character I've ever heard mention Pismo Beach is Bugs Bunny. I guess I knew it was a real place, but these pictures caught me by pleasant surprise!
Wow, great pics as usual, mom! Too bad there's not a wumpus in one of them, squealing as he wiggles his little toesies in the water and tries to eat clam shells while Mommy says "no, not in your mouth."
Some really nice shots Patrushka!
I've been comparing these scenes of CALIFORNIA beach to the ones Foghorn Legghorn has on his blog of FLORIDA beach. I've spent time on both coasts and have had very different experience. I'm trying to figure out what I am drawn to or have aversion to in each place... how are they similar? What makes them different?
Any thoughts?
The mature gent with the backpack in image #3 reminds me of someone pondering. Then there's a similar pondering wanderer in image 5, though not attired the same as gent #3. How can you miss the whale pondering child in #4? I think the lad in #1 contemplates more than ponders, but he's young and will someday have no choice.
I saw whales off that coast in the winter of '65, albeit a bit more to the south. My pseudo-great-grandmother lived in an old Victorian on the bluffs in San Pedro, about a mile from Marineland. You could still see Catalina from her front porch.
She and Great-grand-pappy were shacking up, it turns out. He brought her over from Croatia in '25 and she lived, running a San Pedro longshoreman's dive until '73. He died in '51 and she, well, it's a long story.
Then there's the young lady in Image #2 and then who cares about the old coots with the backpacks and kids?
The shots did remind me too of Foggy's Fla. shots a wee bit, but I can see that Patrushka is not as bashful with the Camera Obscura as is the Leghorned one. Get in close and make some shots, show some faces.
I don't want to sound too dogmatic, but pictures of people with no faces just don't cut it. Anyone can take pics of backs and butts.
The true artiste can capture the face and the expression and, yes, the cleveage, with taste and insight. Great shots, Mrs. P.
Wonderful beach pics, Patrushka =)
Amazing. "a day at the beach" means so much to so many...and in different ways too! Only thing missing is a portion of fish and chips!
http://spokeandlens.blogspot.com/
Spoke thinks like I do! He brought up the connection of food and locations; that's how I remember places and events the most clearly! Tell me where we were and I'll tell you what we ate!
My mom and dad moved to Pismo Beach in 1977, so the Pondering Pig and I have been on the pictured stretch of sand many times. But one of my best memories will always be a day in July 1982 when our kids were young. It was the perfect day: warm weather, warm water, no wind. We dug a big hole, buried each other in the sand, played in the waves with an old air mattress (this pre-dates pre-boogie boards!) and...ate! We had a little campfire - they were permitted back then - and roasted hot dogs on coat hangers. My mom brought all the things you could possibly want on a hot dog, so this was a feast. Pismo Beach did not have a "snack shack" like most beaches, so the great summertime beach smell of hamburger grease and fries was missing, but in every other way, that day was "summer at it's best" for me. Except for the sunburn.
For me, Spoke's comment makes me remember walking down the esplanade in Scarborough, Yorkshire watching all the blokes and wives eating little paper cups full of cockles and winkles. Yum! I wanted to try them myself but didn't have the courage. The jellied eels were also beyond my strength of character. English beach towns are the best. Completely different than the American variety but I like every one I've stepped foot in from St. Bees to Dover.
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