Cute but listless chap, wanders down to the beach and hopes for something exciting to happen.
Disappointed, he realises he must make his own entertainment.
Before you know it -- Hey, Poncho!
A sybaritic afternoon (or possibly eternity -- what do I know?) then ensues.
A bit like the Anglican version of Heaven, I'm a bit hazy about what goes on up there -- clouds, harps, people dressed in white shifts or mou-mous, hanging around, er, well, that's about it, really.
But maybe none of that matters: maybe, like in this photosequence, the most important bit is just getting there.
2 comments:
If only I where on the same beach... Do you have more pictures of this lovely young man?
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