The ocean at Fort Tilden pummeled me to the sandy floor again and again and I kicked my white pegs as hard as I could to fight against the waves. I swallowed so much salt water from laughing I'm surprised I didn't turn into a fush.
It was a perfect day at the faraway beach, with a few specks of rain drops and with lots of greyhound drinks. You can't help but smile looking out across the sand to people getting their dose of Vit. D and basking like seals in the sun.
I learnt that I am not as flexible as I was when I was 8, me attempting cartwheels is..entertaining.
New found love : Delicate Steve, and this beautifully soft and minty toned photography of Kim Holtermand. Enjoy.
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