Lost in my computer, the ghost in my machine, these images have sat untouched all summer. I knew they were there, but I didn't take the time to find them or edit them. They are from our family vacation to Quintana Beach, near Lake Jackson, Texas. June seems so long ago, yet the heat has not let up in this misery that is Oklahoma. We are still spending ourtime indoors and worshipping the air conditioners, because the sun pelts down its misery day after neverending day of 100 degree heat. Over 80 days we've been subjugated to this steady baking by the sun.
Going fishing. I loved watching the ships come in and out to sea.
Before I entered the digital era, I would buy those throw away cameras, and lose them. I would neglect to get film developed. Occasionally I would develop a role of film that was two years old. We would lose cheap 35mm cameras and those memories too were lost. They are sitting in a drawer somewhere in storage, undeveloped memories of my children's childhood. Undeveloped, negative spaces.
Such a little boy, and such a big ship. Its amazing to see these monsters of the sea come floating into port and bringing their goods from around the world, or perhaps picking up goods from America to take to the world. How important is our ocean, it has been the means of the Global Economy, supply and demand. Our interconnected world has been connected by these great ships, and spinning their world wide web around the globe for centuries.
I wonder where this driftwood came from?
“Sponges grow in the ocean. That just 'gets' me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen.”--Stephen Wright
Fish, also known as bait, dead and drying on the jetty.
The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness. ~Joseph Conrad
I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it raging and roaring like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free and ending just where it began. ~William Hazlitt
The only photo of myself from this vacation... taken at Galveston beach. I spent more time swimming than photographing on this trip. Given the choice of photography or being in the ocean, I will choose the water everytime.
I find myself at the extremity of a long beach. How gladly does the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is the Ocean's voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, "Foot-prints on the Sea-shore"