Reflections

Mid-Day Beach Drama

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Mid-Day Beach DramaAt one time, there was a structure upon these piling. A place where people perambulated, stopped to chat, or dropped a line seeking fish.

Fires came. Storms came. Over a century passed. The structure on the pilings went the way of all material corruption. All that remains are the stumps driven deep in the sand. We remember the past in photos, art, and nostalgic memory.

But still, as the waves from the sound pass in and out on the tide, the pilings hold our fascination. The waves break upon them. The water pools around them. And in our days on the beach, new nostalgic memories form.

Mid-Day Beach Sentimentality

Mid-Day Beach SentimentalityAt one time, there was a structure upon these piling. A place where people perambulated, stopped to chat, or dropped a line seeking fish.

Fires came. Storms came. Over a century passed. The structure on the pilings went the way of all material corruption. All that remains are the stumps driven deep in the sand. We remember the past in photos, art, and nostalgic memory.

But still, as the waves from the sound pass in and out on the tide, the pilings hold our fascination. The waves break upon them. The water pools around them. And in our days on the beach, new nostalgic memories form.

Mid-Day Beach Wistfulness

Mid-Day Beach WistfulnessAt one time, there was a structure upon these piling. A place where people perambulated, stopped to chat, or dropped a line seeking fish.

Fires came. Storms came. Over a century passed. The structure on the pilings went the way of all material corruption. All that remains are the stumps driven deep in the sand. We remember the past in photos, art, and nostalgic memory.

But still, as the waves from the sound pass in and out on the tide, the pilings hold our fascination. The waves break upon them. The water pools around them. And in our days on the beach, new nostalgic memories form.

Mid-Day Beach Pining

Mid-Day Beach PiningAt one time, there was a structure upon these piling. A place where people perambulated, stopped to chat, or dropped a line seeking fish.

Fires came. Storms came. Over a century passed. The structure on the pilings went the way of all material corruption. All that remains are the stumps driven deep in the sand. We remember the past in photos, art, and nostalgic memory.

But still, as the waves from the sound pass in and out on the tide, the pilings hold our fascination. The waves break upon them. The water pools around them. And in our days on the beach, new nostalgic memories form.

Mid-Day Beach Nostalgia

Mid-Day Beach NostalgiaAt one time, there was a structure upon these piling. A place where people perambulated, stopped to chat, or dropped a line seeking fish.

Fires came. Storms came. Over a century passed. The structure on the pilings went the way of all material corruption. All that remains are the stumps driven deep in the sand. We remember the past in photos, art, and nostalgic memory.

But still, as the waves from the sound pass in and out on the tide, the pilings hold our fascination. The waves break upon them. The water pools around them. And in our days on the beach, new nostalgic memories form.

At one time, there was a structure upon these piling. A place where people perambulated, stopped to chat, or dropped a line seeking fish.

Fires came. Storms came. Over a century passed. The structure on the pilings went the way of all material corruption. All that remains are the stumps driven deep in the sand. We remember the past in photos, art, and nostalgic memory.

But still, as the waves from the sound pass in and out on the tide, the pilings hold our fascination. The waves break upon them. The water pools around them. And in our days on the beach, new nostalgic memories form.

Mid-Day Beach Drama, Mid-Day Beach Sentimentality, Mid-Day Beach Wistfulness, Mid-Day Beach Pining, & Mid-Day Beach Nostalgia at Narragansett Town Beach, Narragansett, Rhode Island

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