Longest Beach.35
Today’s walk – and this post – I’ve dedicated in my heart to Lyn Kimball, a family friend who first taught me and my brothers some of the arts of beach-combing during summer weeks in Maine many decades ago when we were boys. We received word this week that she’s passed, so I share these photos in loving memory and appreciation of the passion for exploration and enjoyment that she shared with us.
Longest Beach Farewell
And so we come to the final entry with photos I took on the beaches of Cox’s Bazar town while I was living and working there between October and early February. In this entry are other photos I’d taken on my frequent walks during the weeks of my “Longest Beach” commitment. There’s natural beauty, there’s human trash, there are the enormous early-morning crowds on Friday, and there are many fond memories. Now that we’ve celebrated my mother’s amazing life at an event yesterday, I’m coming back to wrap up my own memories of Bangaldesh and remind myself that while I and my family and friends have been grieving, the rest of the world has gone on with its business, including shells washing up on the shores of the Bay of Bengal, and crowds laughing and joking and playing soccer on Friday mornings. Though now it’s no longer peak season, the crowds won’t be as large. Enjoy. Thanks.
(so much world, so little time....) 