Water Manners: The Unwritten Rules of Beach, Pool, and Lake

Monica Earley is back with another Protocol Conversation, and with summer just around the corner, the timing couldn’t be better. She and Andy Andrews are heading to the water — beach etiquette, pool courtesy, lake house manners — and a quick look around any crowded shoreline makes clear why this conversation needs to happen. Monica breaks down the specific do’s and don’ts that most people either never learned or stopped thinking about: personal space, litter, noise, unattended kids, and even what to do when a shark fisherman sets up next to your swim spot. Get refreshed before the season kicks off.

Discussion Questions

1. QUESTION 1

   Andy describes what he calls the “only person in the world disease” — the tendency to move through shared spaces without thinking about those around us. Where do you see this show up most in your own life, and what would it look like to be more intentional about it?

2. QUESTION 2

   Monica’s core principle boils down to treating shared spaces — and the people in them — the way you’d want to be treated. Is that actually harder to do in casual, recreational settings than in professional ones? Why or why not?

3. QUESTION 3

   Andy half-jokes that the people watching a Protocol Conversation probably aren’t the ones who need it most. How do you pass along courtesies like these — especially to kids — without it feeling like a lecture?

The Painter of Light—A Mystic of Realism

Russian artist Ivan Aivazovsky (1817-1900) grew up in the Black Sea port of Feodosia—his childhood spent watching waves break against volcanic cliffs. That daily spectacle shaped both his imagination and his vocation: by the time he left for the Imperial Academy of Arts in St Petersburg at age sixteen, he had already decided that the sea would be his lifelong subject. 

Over an astonishing six-decade career he produced more than 6,000 canvases, each infused with a theatrical sense of atmosphere and, above all, light. His admirers spoke of “Aivazovsky’s light” as though it were a physical substance no other painter could obtain.

Aivazovsky’s formal education gave him the academic foundations of drawing, perspective, and glazing, but his most important lessons came from the outdoors. He sketched storms from the deck of naval vessels, studied dawns from the Crimean horizon, and filled sheaves of notebooks with shorthand notations of cloud color. 

Later he would say that the sea, like music, must be memorized in movement and then reconstructed in the studio “before the impression cools.”  Critics agree that luminosity–painted light–separates Aivazovsky from some of history’s better known artists.

After winning the Academy’s Rome Prize, Aivazovsky remained distinct. Where other artists dissolved forms in mist, Aivazovsky preserved it, using light–not to obscure–but to sculpt the surfaces of waves, sails, and distant islands. 

Masterpieces such as The Ninth Wave (1850) and Moonlit Seascape with Shipwreck (1853) showcase that approach: glare gathers at a single fulcrum—setting sun or swollen moon—and radiates across the foam like molten glass, pulling the viewer inward. Contemporary critics call the effect “mystical realism,” a blend of exact nautical detail and poetic fantasy.

Technically, he achieved this radiance through a disciplined sequence of layers. He began with a warm umber wash that would glow through subsequent glazes. 

Next came a rapid alla prima (wet-into-wet) under-painting, establishing the architecture of light and shadow. While this layer was still tacky, he glazed translucent passages of cobalt and viridian over the sea, letting the brown ground soften cool hues from underneath.

For sky and horizon he preferred thin veils of lead-white and Naples yellow, finished with a dry brush so the ground flickered through like distant sunbeams. 

The final highlights—whitecaps, lantern reflections, or the blinding core of the sun—were laid on with nearly pure white touched by minute amounts of yellow or rose. Because the surrounding paint was still pliable, these strokes feathered slightly at the edges, creating halos that seem to pulse with internal energy. Crucially, Aivazovsky kept these accents sparse. Their rarity magnified their brilliance.

Even in his late years, honored and feted across Europe, Aivazovsky returned to Feodosia each summer to watch the same horizon that first inspired him. 

There, he painted until the eve of his death, leaving on his easel a half-finished canvas titled Exploding Ship. The composition’s single flare still illuminates a darkened studio—testifying forever that for Aivazovsky, light was never merely an optical problem but the very language of the sea, forever speaking through oil and canvas.