I went to Venice Beach last week to meet up with a friend who used to live in Chicago. We had a nice lunch and then I decided to cruise the pier. It was a gorgeous day and I took beautiful photos of the beach. I walked by this old man and would have thought he was dead but I heard him snoring, loudly. This guy snoozing on the pier is funny to me because that’s what I think of when I think of fishing . . . a bit like watching a mediocre film with my eyes half shut. I grew up fishing, every summer when we went camping and I put everything on a hook from worms to leeches . . I even gutted fish so we could grill them up. It was a lot of fun then . . . but now . . . umm, maybe.
It also reminded me of traveling Europe in my early 20s . . . I could fall asleep anywhere as we traveled by boat and train at all hours of the day and night. That orange cooler looks comfy.