Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Friday, June 16, 2017
Packed beach, Rimini, Italy
And this is what everyone apparently comes to Rimini for: beaches that I suppose are nice, but that I would have a hard time enjoying since they are so utterly and completely packed with people. Somewhere down at the end of that apparently endless line of umbrellas is the ocean.
I grew up mostly in Maine, where even on beautiful hot summer days you could just walk down a little farther to find big swaths of open empty beach. To me, that has defined the experience of beaches, and my feeling about a place like the Rimini beach (or other similar that I have seen elsewhere) is one of profound claustrophobia.