It’s raining. Right this second.

I’m growing fond of the rain.  It’s like a little mischevious child who brings you such frustration but at the same time, your life is that much better for it.  I planned a big day at Brighton Beach yesterday.  It was supposed to be sunny all day so I had to take the opportunity.  After 40 minutes on the train from Penn Station, the skies were blue, and the Q was running express.  Yes, I’d be there any second.  An audible “All HELL NO” broke me from the 1957 photography book I was purusing.  And literally seconds before we pulled into the Brighton Beach stop, it began POURING rain.  People were really pissed, and over a 100 people got off at the platform not knowing what to do, and it was soon packed with the exodus of people fleeing the beach.  I just laughed.  And laughed.  Of course.  I love you rain.

I waited it out for about 20 minutes and eventually made it to the beach and spent several hours reading, swimming, and snapping photos under a gray sky by the grey ocean.  Is it GREY or GRAY?  I forget which I prefer.

I took some polaroids.  Lots of old people lounging about in speedos, doing exercises, “sun”bathing.  I bought my very first ice cream cone in NYC from a soft serve truck.  Got it with rainbow sprinkles.  It was perfect.  I loved Saturday.

	I watched this little girl for awhile… I think she was using her magical powers to bring in the waves.
	This guy wanted me to take his picture, but then said “You’re not America’s Most Wanted, are you?”