Photographer's Note

While sitting on the shore I watched kite men gliding back and forth and recollected a child poem:

I often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky,
And ride upon the wind and go
Whichever way I chanced to blow.

The verses are obsolete now for you need not neccessarily be a kite. You can just buy a big one and go whichever the wind blows :-)

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Additional Photos by Sergey Klimenko (sekl) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Note Writer [C: 62 W: 0 N: 175] (2063)
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