the beach town time forgot

 

this is our tenth year.  10 summers in a row where we take a week or so off of, what was called when i was a lad, the rat race, & drive down south to the central coast to cayucos, ca.  it seems that the tourists have found this town for there are more & more people each time we go for our week in the sun & surf.  & yet, still, a very busy day on the beaches of cayucos is a pretty chill day nearly every other popular beach destination.  i love it.  the chill.  the sand, the cooler temperatures, the family together, the very fact that when you are on holiday all expectations of productivity are thrown out the window.  so what is there to do but follow the advice you find written on those posters, placards, signs & other ephemera: beach life means toes in the sand with maybe a drink in hand.  whatever you might find salubrious in re holidays i hold to thom gunn who opined that the necessity of vacation also requires you to bring home your new-found freedom.  unless, as gunn warned, there is within us a homeostatic device that defeats us just as we are learning of our freedom.  ah, the human condition.  i'm glad to be home.  i love my foot on the earth.  but those few days i just shared in a beach house on the wide sandy turf of cayucos, ca provides for me a schematic, if you will, have how to also live my life in the fury of the ordinary working days.  i took many photos of cayucos on this trip but this one is the best of them.  an emblem of a town where time goes slow.