What happens when we jump out of the car at the boardwalk
is automatic, spontaneous and with deep passion.
I, for one, will find Mr. Orangie
anywhere
anytime
with anyone.
Up over the grassy sand dunes
via the wooden steps
erected within the passed 5 years....
and down the other side
seeking anything...
anything that smells good
that tastes good
or feels good.
I stare and manipulate Mr.Orangie
while the Dads do their thing...
their photography thing.
Nope, no one is getting away from me
while I am in charge of this walk.
Not even Daddy Jim as he braces himself against the autumn winds
to find the right photo
the perfect shot
for his admiring fans.
