Occasionally I take a photo that I think is lovely. This is one of those photos. I love his hands, the water cascading off him, his farmer's tan - though in his case tennis, soccer, rugby, cricket - I love the bold stripe on his trunks, the symmetry of the showers, their shiny button mounts, and their faded numbers; there is something of a passing glory to them that beach places seem often to have. I love the patch of organic texture in the leaves. Its all so everyday yet perfect - loved being there. How's your marathon challenge - been meaning to ask - hope making you smile.
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