April 2, 2014, I turned seventy. I went to Santa Monica beach. It was cold, blustery, and brilliantly clear. On the pier is a ferris wheel and small roller coaster. When I was four or five I rode a bigger roller coaster on the same pier. It was nighttime. I was scared, thrilled, and happy. We lived only a short distance from the pier…on a hill that jets now fly over as they leave LAX. The houses were torn down fifty years ago. I thought I might get nostalgic - birthday walking on the pier - but didn’t.
What struck me. Everything in change. Wave after wave hitting the pilings. Cities of barnacles submerged and then re-emerging. Wet, living.
I was captured by the wind, movement,
Everywhere cameras and phones trying to preserve time. The poses. The smiles.
The sun was dazzling.
Photography John Fritzlen