Showing posts with label Men's Swimwear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Men's Swimwear. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
A Good Day To Be In The Pool
“I do not want a friend who smiles when I smile, who weeps when I weep; for my shadow in the pool can do better than that.”
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
Life's A Beach
“Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.”
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Swimming Anyone?
"I was 15, and the years of hard swimming had packed muscle on my frame and made me very strong. Not as strong as a football player, but strong enough to inflict heavy damage."
...Esther Williams
"Swimming gave me my start, but my pal Tarzan did the real work. He set me up nicely."
... Johnny Weissmuller
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Monday, June 6, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Splendor In The Grass
... or, more accurately, "Splendor In That Backyard Patch Of Grass Between The Cement Walkways".
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Life's A Beach
“Film stars to me were always six feet four, had perfect teeth and could do handstands on Malibu Beach - and didn't need glasses”
... Michael Caine
“The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach”
... Henry Beston
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
A Dip In The Pool
“I do not want a friend who smiles when I smile, who weeps when I weep; for my shadow in the pool can do better than that.”
... Confucius
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Thursday, June 3, 2010
Beach Babe by Frances Macaulay Forde
Rippled by rolling heart-waves,
inexorably advancing -
constantly,
consistently -
towards our Us.
This resurgence,
pounding our shifting shores,
destroying sandy barriers...
A rapid relentless tide,
washing,
wiping
our beaches clean
to start anew...
Far too strong and
absolutely,
positively,
undeniably
irresistible.
Poem Source
Friday, May 14, 2010
By The Stream by Paul Laurence Dunbar
BY the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,
How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens pass,
And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles as it spreads,
Like a host of armored knights with silver helmets on their heads.
And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human life may go,
For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet but shallows show,
And a soul may glow with myriad lights and wondrous mysteries,
When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors what it sees.
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