Moving On Up—New Tent


In the pictures above, White Fang is under the cement picnic table and again, she is lying down in the dark patch of shade under the bush by the orange tent; hard to see, but at least she’s captured on film.

My beach dog
March ‘73

When I picked up my mail in Honolulu I got a
surprise. Carol Sue was coming over to visit me. She would be here by
week’s end and planned to stay for at least a month. I was surprised,
happy, and then anxious. Time would tell if that would turn out okay.
I’d postponed looking for a job for a while. C.S. probably was as
capable as anybody when it came to living in this kind of environment. I
just hoped she knew what she was getting herself into. In her letter
she said she was bringing the basics with her, meaning, I guessed,
that it was up to me to prepare for her arrival.

Before I left Honolulu I bought a new tent. It was big enough for both
of us. Back on the beach, after setting it up, I realized I was
embarking on a whole new lifestyle. The tent was huge, waterproof, and
private. My canvass pup tent, open in front, airy around the bottom,
not large enough to stretch out in, sat beside the bright, new, orange
nylon tent. It was now downgraded to mere storage. That faded piece of
canvass had a lot of memories attached to it, though. I swore I could
still see White Fang, the bitch terrier, sleeping on the blanket
inside. With my trusty terrier lying by my head, I used to feel safe
and secure.

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About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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4 Responses to Moving On Up—New Tent

  1. eof737 says:

    Lovely photos… wish they were bigger. 🙂
    Eliz

    • bwinwnbwi says:

      They will get bigger soon. For some reason (I can’t remember why) I have these photos without White Fang in the picture. Soon they will appear larger, minus White Fang. Thanks for the comment.

  2. bwinwnbwi says:

    I hadn’t discovered (as of this post) that if you click on the above photo it expands. Enlargement of photos, however, only works on the pictures I took with my own camera. It does not work on the photos–internet transplanted photos–that make up the majority of the photos that appear at the top of individual posts.

  3. CaroleSue Hess says:

    Odd that I barely remember White Fang, although I took those photos. I do remember Shadow, who arrived with an in-bedded collar. It took some doing with pain on his part, but I remember slowly removing it, and treating the wounds. He was so grateful that he became my “shadow.” I could safely walk way down the beach, and he would growl and snap at anyone who came near us. The local gang of boys ran him over, the first chance they got , and then bragged about it. One of my saddest memories of life on the beach.

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