For the Daily Prompt: theory.
A walk on North Beach, with my daughter and aunt and uncle, in 2013.
This is the second photograph. My daughter has the same expression as the first one. And who is talking to her? That’s the head coach. Her expression and focus does not change.
Those aren’t bears! Oh, yes… this is the New Year’s Polar Bear Plunge and these intrepid swimmers are now Polar Bears. The plunge is at noon on Marrowstone Island. A cannon is fired and people jump off the dock and into the water, cold Salish Sound water, in the low fiftys. Brrrr. The ambulance crew stands by and family and friends to witness this transformation into bears for the day.
This makes me think of my daughter in daycare. She and one of the daycare personnel developed an art relationship. My daughter brought home pages with lines of color painted, parallel lines, color spectrums. I still have one on the wall at home.
My daughter is sailing FJs in college and racing. She informs me that she hated sailing when she was little, out with my father and me. My father took this photograph, in his Miller 28.
Hated it: well, maybe….
Miss Boa Cat, dreaming of the hummingbird at the feeder. Oh, longing!