We found some Matagorda surf, and sun, on Sunday and Monday. What better way is there to spend a long weekend? We met up with friends, too, so it was in good company. With fireworks. There were waves, sure, but too much wind! When it’s too windy, the waves are choppy like a dishwashing machine. How to begin at the end? This weekend’s photos are in reverse, with the middle of the plot in the beginning, the beginning AND the end at the end. I’ve been into narrative literature lately, so I’m thinking about these things. Interested? Check out Narratology by Mieke Bal and Reading for the Plot by Peter Brooks. So windy…