Saturday's Post: All Things Boardwalk

Wooden and Metal Curves

Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

At the Entrance

Board Wok
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

Shark Girls
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

Polka Dot Boy
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

And A Chicken in Every Pot
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

Idling Cars
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

Before

Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

After
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

Portraiture
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

Empty Seats
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

Although it was a rainy day, it just seemed as if all the rides and attractions were pumped up in color, form, line, like the old Boardwalk on speed.

My children used to play a miniature version of this fishing game.

My Aunt Jean came and got me when we lived in Portola Valley because she wanted to go to the Boardwalk, and it was thought I was good with directions. That's my first memory.

The second was the day friends and I were down at the beach, and watching with interest an amorous young couple. Our interest heightened the more passionate they became. The day was hot, summer was long, and he clicked off her bra top. Our jaws dropped and we wondered if we should do something to remind them that they were in a public place. As we talked, his hands wandered to her bikini bottom. Things were getting quickly out of hand, but giggling was more the option than action. To our left, a portly young girl, whose flesh moved in time with her steps, ran down and threw a beach towel over the young lovers. All went still. A few moments later, we figured out that she was putting her top back on. Then his head poked out and looked around at all of us looking at him. She never did emerge, and finally we left and walked down the Boardwalk.

Movie House
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007

Shopper's Corner
Santa Cruz, California
April 2007