Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Handball by the Shore





The sun and stars that float in the open air . . . . the appleshaped earth and we upon it . . . . surely the drift of them is something grand;
I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness ..
                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                             Whitman - Leaves of Grass (1855)

1 comment:

Goggla said...

I love to watch the handball players out at Coney Island. It's somehow timeless.