Joy

About 9-years old, dressed in blue, bare feet digging into wet, firm sand that gives way despite its firmness. The sand is tempting. It’s a cool springday. It could be any beach at any shore town. Let itbe yours. Or your child’s. Or your grandchild’s. And suddenly a moment of magic just happens, unprovoked,but with all the pieces in place including a camera just hoping to join the fun. Moments are so passing that we cannot catch them to relive endlessly. But wecan catch a picture of them, an image of magic, one of life’s little luxuries.

© 2007 George J. Bancroft Sr.