I have a fond memory of reading the book “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” by Richard Bach during the early 70’s. It was a very popular and inspirational story in my youth and it came highly recommended to me by many of my friends.
It’s one of those memories that looses detail over the years but gains in mental and emotional significance because it marks a change in mental state. I have not read it again since that first and only time, and I am rather certain it would not have anything close to the same effect on me today as it did back then so I choose not to re-read it.
Rather, I choose to let my flawed and scattered recollection tickle my consciousness each and every time I find myself near the beach with an opportunity to feed the seagulls.
In doing that, I reach back and make a connection with a distant but pleasant memory. And maybe, just maybe the serenity and joy I experience in that moment is the true benefit of having nurtured this fond memory for over 30 years.
At least I hope so, because otherwise I am just giving free bread to a bunch of filthy sea pigeons.
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I have fond memories of sitting down at bedtime and my older sister reading that to me when I was a wee beast
Great composition on PIX 4 & 5. Very impressive. On any of your posted shots have you made use of a “Monopod” or have they all been free-hand? If using a monopod, any suggestions?