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Sand Scenes

From Where I Came

Every Sunday morning last winter I would get myself out of bed (on a good day before eight a.m.) and drive half an hour to a local beach for a morning walk.

The wind would be cold.

The sand would be freezing to the point of not being able to feel my feet (I have a beach rule which means no shoes on the beach).

And the waves would be harsh.

But at that time of the day it was mine. I shared this with no other souls and for a small handful of time, the world was all my own.

With a holiday weekend comes extra time and I took the opportunity to return to the beach I have visited far too little this year and capture some images.

Starfish Shaped Seaweed

Horses and Tracks

Lone fisherman and His Loyal Friend

Lines Leading to the Misty Distance

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