And they just happened to come across my camera:

Today I went to Revere Beach for the annual sand sculpture festival.  It was kind of insanity.  The kites I posted and the ones I will post in an entry that will come up shortly are from there.

One sculpture in particular caught my eye:

I walked by this and I thought about a year ago and how this sort of sculpture would have been unimaginable.  I would never had thought that the marathon would have been bombed, that a criminal would cause a lock down in the city and that the city would pull together in such a way afterward.  It was nothing short of amazing.

And a word to Rolling Stone (because I know they read this) — how about putting this on your cover, or the hundreds of other ways that Bostonians pulled together after the bombing?  Instead of that stupid “glam shot” of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev?  Rock god, that’s what they went with.  Instead of actually paying tribute to the brave souls who helped Boston?

Well, anyway, that’s enough editorializing.  This blog is not my bully pulpit.  It is for photos.  And photos, there were quite a few today.  The sand sculpture festival really brings out more than sand castles.  This is real art.  No, I am not being sarcastic.

There were some amazing pieces on display today:

I couldn’t believe it.  My pants just flew away:

I love Denmark.  There, I will declare it.  I love that country.  If I could, I would become a citizen of that place.  If I have a bad day, I come home and watch clips on YouTube that are in Danish.  I don’t understand any of it, but I love it.

That love stems from time I spent there a long time ago.  The place has always lived in my heart.

A friend I made there in Denmark presented me with a completely plausible theory for the origin of Santa Claus.  He’s not actually from the North Pole, but rather Greenland.  Yes, Santa Claus is a Dane.  I can’t agree with him more.

Well, it’s summer now and Santa Claus must go somewhere else.  He must leave the North Pole and he must spend his summer elsewhere.  So, where did he choose?  Well, he came to Revere Beach.  Because if you are Santa Claus and you are Danish, you chase the sun to where ever it may come.

Want to see a photo?  Well, I have one as luck would have it:

But life continues: