The March of the Beach Chairs

Saw the chairs lined up like this at South Beach one early morning. Kind if strange as the chairs all faced south. Haven't seen this image again in my morning visits. The chairs must have marched into the sea, as they all do, eventually.

Have a great weekend folks.

I leave you all with these words from Matthew Arnold:

The Sea of Faith

Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore

Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.

But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,

Retreating, to the breath

Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear

And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! for the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.

--- excerpts from Dover Beach