Tuesday, July 18, 2006
The Cove of Dreams
When god designed the western coastline of the United States he set aside the usual geographic features that one would come to expect at the edge of a continent. Inlets, cliffs, harbors, deltas, estuaries and bays. All of these things have come together to constitute a general mixture of water skirted territory that is found in any costal region of the globe. But one bay in particular lying somewhere south of Newport was made extra special. Servicing the beach like needs of a sickeningly flawless 500 home utopian community is a place called Emerald Bay. On a normal public beach, stringent laws forbid drinking and the usual debauchery that comes with it but as Emerald Bay is a private beach with no alcohol restrictions the beer flows freely and the bobbing fruit laden party punch sloshes with relative ease. Couple this liberal amount of alcohol consumption with every obscure outdoor sport imaginable and you have the most triumphant playground for summer frolic any person is likely to find. The next 22 photographs were the best of the 55 taken on this day. Peeep the E-Bay mini photo essay.
posted by Blake Kimmel @ 6:24 PM
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