When I was a kid our family didn’t take expensive vacations at theme parks and resorts. Our vacation was packing us all in the family station wagon and heading to the beach…for the day.
What more could you ask for, a full day of sun and sand. I’d sit and build sand castles till I was so sunburned that I glowed. I would figure out how to make tunnels and tie it into the ocean water so that it flowed around the castle like a moat. Pretty soon, the moat sort of took over the castle and then, well the castle was no more.
My point is that playing with sand was pure unadulterated fun. Give me a beach full of sand, a pail and a shovel and I will be in heaven. Unfortunately I burn even easier than I did as a kid. Even under an umbrella that sun always finds me. So I haven’t played with sand as much as I would like recently. Besides the beach is a 3-hour drive, which is still closer than some places, but not exactly a trip to the corner market.
So for now I will just have to settle for viewing non-ocean sand sculptures (created by sculptors that I must admit are a bit more experienced with designs that are a bit more intricate than my childhood castles) at the local mall. They recently took 50 tons of sand and sculpted a tribute to the racehorse Secretariat who was born on a Virginia farm not 20 miles from where I grew up.
These are cell phone photos and taken—at night—so not the best. This is very impressive for temporary art that will be gone with the next wave…or maybe I should say thunderstorm.