This photograph really caught my when scrolling through the pictures. I see the word bro written in the sand with some sort of stone in the background. I really love the beach and writing words in the sand and then taking pictures of them. It brings back many memories of me writing in the sand and then sending pictures of what I write to my friends and family. It makes me feel a desire to want to be at the beach, just playing in the sand. When I look away, I envision a beautiful beach with bright blue water.
This photograph also caught my eye. The term "bro" etched into sand easily becomes the first thing I see. The large underlined-for-emphasis word fits the beach due to the beach being a place of celebration. The term is easily something you can imagine a frat boy saying at a party with friends on the beach, and its comical in its trueness. My next thought is about the sand itself, and how the term cannot last due to the constant shifting of the sand. Whether it be the tide or the wind, the sand will shift (if not for a foot) covering the term. It makes me consider the ever changing vernacular that we create, and how language isn't necessarily long lasting. The image, in this way, also makes me want to roll my eyes and pick up a book, as I reflect on how our language has been altered.
This photograph really caught my when scrolling through the pictures. I see the word bro written in the sand with some sort of stone in the background. I really love the beach and writing words in the sand and then taking pictures of them. It brings back many memories of me writing in the sand and then sending pictures of what I write to my friends and family. It makes me feel a desire to want to be at the beach, just playing in the sand. When I look away, I envision a beautiful beach with bright blue water.
ReplyDeleteThis photograph also caught my eye. The term "bro" etched into sand easily becomes the first thing I see. The large underlined-for-emphasis word fits the beach due to the beach being a place of celebration. The term is easily something you can imagine a frat boy saying at a party with friends on the beach, and its comical in its trueness. My next thought is about the sand itself, and how the term cannot last due to the constant shifting of the sand. Whether it be the tide or the wind, the sand will shift (if not for a foot) covering the term. It makes me consider the ever changing vernacular that we create, and how language isn't necessarily long lasting. The image, in this way, also makes me want to roll my eyes and pick up a book, as I reflect on how our language has been altered.
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