This afternoon, Paul and I took a short break, walking along Pleasure Point. It was a perfect Goldilocks day out, sunny and breezy, not too hot or cold. In the variegated ocean water, groups of surfers were gathering wherever there were decent waves. On the land, however, only a few walkers were around, so the usually crowded sidewalk seemed especially wide and roomy.
Not so sure of their ownership, two colorful photography ready-made frames were set up with some distance apart (As it turned out, we spotted the third frame by Moran Lake). From there, one could get unique Bay views as a natural backdrop. Out of curiosity, Paul and I inserted ourselves respectively in the first frame, and took photos of each other. When we were ready for the second frame, we heard someone saying, "Let him take a picture of you. He is a photographer." Looking around, we saw two smiling gentlemen, standing right there. "Sure," Paul handed over his iPhone. The gentleman clicked a couple of times and handed back the phone. The pictures were excellent.
Photography by Mike
We thanked them profusely, and asked their names. "Eric and Mike," they answered in unison.
"Are you brothers," we asked again, looking at their close resemblances.
"Twins, one month apart," they replied. We all laughed, at their good humor and at the thought of poor mother coping with these two rambunctious and naughty sons six or seven decades ago.
We walked on towards the 41st Avenue "Hook", and were immediately greeted by a merry Dr. Seuss character who stopped now and then to satisfy requests for photos. It must be a happy day, even the clown is joyful!
On our return, we were beeped at by a passing white car. In it, the twins were sitting merrily, waving us a heartfelt goodbye. Pleasure Point is indeed full of merriment.
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