The Picture Plain

Atlantic City     Canon S90

Stephanie and I left the Boardwalk for a stroll to the shoreline. We stopped once or twice for a hug and a kiss, before us a shaft of golden light reflected from a chamfered corner of a mirrored casino. We broke our embrace and I took fifty seven pictures of the sand, surf and bits of sky. All that glittered was not a biblical portend, but merely a Trumpian illusion.