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Nothing Finer than Living in North Caroliner
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Day 265 - Building Sand Castles - Sand of Art Brevard Florida

I'm still working on my bucket list.  I have always wanted to attend a Sand Castle competition.  I'm still working on riding on a train through the Autumn Trees, but that will come with time someday.  I got to check off the Sand castle wish and just leave you with the photos to prove it.  This was an international competition with artists from Japan, Italy, Netherlands, etc.  Enjoy.  And sometimes the right thing to do is to enjoy building sand castles in the sky if we aren't close enough to the beach.  I wish you are able to do the same some day.
Ahhhh American Baseball

An Artist working on Zeus

A Circus

Circus in Town

An Italian in front of an Italian Sand castle

A lady, a lion and a boar or two


The moon from the Earth

The moon from space


Native American Sand Castle

A Sand Dreamcatcher

Route 66 - Chicago - LA 2000 miles

The details: R - California Oranges, Palm Trees and the Beach

Desert Sand and Cactus

Midwest Cattle, Plateaus and Wind

St. Louis Arch, Steamboats

City Skyscrapers

How they do this.....

At a snails pace


A new year, comes in like a child

Beautiful eyes

and out like an old man

The Business Corporate Best Sand Logo Sculpture Trophy

Leonardo Ugolini artist of Italian Sand Castle (see above photos)

Ugolinis Daydreaming sculpture

Its in the details

Under the Sea

Above the Sea (back of the Under the sea)

Off to work we go, only 90% of us

Off to work we go.....No time to dream about building sandcastles in the sky

Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.

A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing
the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket.
Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it.
And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is

All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.

A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.

Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.

Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.

The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.

"It's my castle," he defies.

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

I don't know much about sandcastles. But children do. Watch them and learn. Go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. When the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. Salute the process of life and go home. 

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