The Book

While watching a surfing movie tonight, I remembered a book I started writing years ago. I’m not sure why I started it and I am sure that on the whole, it will not interest many people. The chapters are part of my life, which has been quite broad in events. To say it is an autobiography is a mistake, rather just thoughts and rememberences. Perhaps it will come in handy is I become senile! I put it in the same category as the thousands of photos I have taken over the years. Flashes of times I wanted to remember and as diverse as the stories in me.

An example is that when I was perhaps 10 or so, I can’t remember exactly when however I do remember where. There was a specific section of beach I was lying on looking at the Atlantic. It was part of a private beach which my relatives and neighbors had purchased. Why I remember that particular spot I have no idea. Then after Hurricane Sandy decimated the beach I was able t otravel back and took a photo of that spot. It looked quite different and I think I wanted the photo to help me try to remember why that spot stuck in my mind.

Will the book every be finished? I am sute it will not, in fact most of my projects will never be finished. It is similar to a rainbow. No matter how fast you runtowards it, it always is out of reach.