Godfrey
Well-known member
It was Summer. I was sixteen, on the beach with several high school friends. I was alone; with my friends.
I never met her. I saw her on the beach, walking by the water's edge, and I was transfixed, in rapture, by the way she moved and the glory of that sarong. I made just the one exposure: it blazes in my memory as if it were yesterday.
The waves of emotion I feel just seeing this photo again, forty-eight years later, I cannot describe.
G
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"Oh lost, and by the wind grieved ghost, come back again."
- Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward Angel
I never met her. I saw her on the beach, walking by the water's edge, and I was transfixed, in rapture, by the way she moved and the glory of that sarong. I made just the one exposure: it blazes in my memory as if it were yesterday.
The waves of emotion I feel just seeing this photo again, forty-eight years later, I cannot describe.
G
—
"Oh lost, and by the wind grieved ghost, come back again."
- Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward Angel