I'm not so much a visual person as I am a word person, and especially when telling a story - best done in my own language - I'd concentrate on words very much. Sometimes, though, a story pours out of an image I have in my mind or images come to my mind when reading a story.
This photo is a good example of what I'll say.
I was driving through Southold in a warm afternoon, after having unsuccessfully planned my morning and I so much wanted to take a walk on the beach. Which beach? There are many in Southold.
The one in the picture is on North Bayview. But don't try to get there, if you don't have a Southold parking permit.
The town of Southold put this sign e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e: on every possible street that might take you to whatever view of the water.
So, unless you are on a boat or are the lucky owner of a waterfront estate (and filthy rich, because those are huge!) you might as well forget you are on an island.
Many times I resisted the temptation of ringing the bell of one of those villas, telling a nice story to their owner to be able to throw a look from their windows, terraces or garden (a woman with two cute kids, I believe I could succeed!) and catch a grasp of what they keep so jealously under their finger-nails.
What you'd never suspect (and expect) is that, a few seconds later, from behind that little island-sand bar, a bunch of seniors male and women - armed of swimming noodle - made their appearance, giving a twist to my imagination.
The little paradise-like picture suddenly became the scene of the long ago seen movie Coccoon.
And I - half amused, half respectful - restrained myself from taking more pictures.
Instead, I drove to Cedar Beach (amazingly you don't need any permit to park here) to face the South Fork, but - as I arrived there - my baby had ironically just fallen asleep, so I decided to leave my walk for another time and another place.
Note: I will have more to say about the beautiful city of Southold.