...can’t complain too much about going barefoot on the beach the day before Thanksgiving...even in long pants, t-shirt and sweater under rain jacket, knit cap under hood...just a few drops falling, blown by wind that, along with the tides, has so dramatically shaped hills and runnels in the sand...clouds light, dark, and in between, seeming to move in all directions at once...a bundle of half deflated party balloons floating past unintentional driftwood sculpture into the waves as I move slowly along....finally deciding to turn, head inland, put shoes and socks back on to walk the road back....some kinds of beauty can only be taken in for so long...
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I love being on the beach when its wet and windy, makes me glad to be alive!!
That's the perfect beach day for me! Beautiful...
Ahhhh...Best time to be at the beach. I think lack of ocean was the only thing I missed living in Colorado...it's so good for the heart.
:~)
I've never been a fan of the typical summer beach--too many noisy folks under a blazing hot sun. Not much beauty in that.
This, however, is another story. :o)
Nice view.....
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