This week at Where’s My Backpack?, Ailsa’s travel theme is “ripples”.
Photo from www.drunkard.com
No, not THAT kind of Ripple!
You know. Ripples.
Or the late-afternoon sunlight, rippling through the trees on a winter’s day in central Pennsylvania.
We have ripples where they don’t belong after the flooding that resulted from Tropical Storm Lee in 2011. Suffice to say this park–known as “Kidsburg“, how adorb is that?–was off limits to the kiddos in the area for a while though happily, all is back to normal now.
Here’s some sunlight doing its ripple thing again, only this time, it’s through an enormous piece of amber.
And finally, here’s to some of the biggest ripples around. Waves, as they’re popularly called, are really giant ripples with the entire weight of the vast ocean behind them.
I took this picture in September, 2012, and it was a part of the fabric of my childhood. I grew up in New Jersey, and my family has vacationed at the shore since I was a kid. I never would have imagined that just over a month after this picture was taken this pier–the log flume, the haunted castle, and a bajillion other rides and amusements, and major parts of Coney Island and Staten Island and Long Island and Queens (and on, and on)–would be gone thanks to Hurricane Sandy. Though all things should be kept in perspective. A ripple is all in the eye of the beholder; to a boat in the middle of the ocean, a tsunami is just another mild swell.
So we rebuild (because that is what we do), and the damage caused by Sandy will, eventually, become a ripple in the passage of history. Amen to that.
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