I walked the beach
The tide was way out
I was able to take a few photos
Sand dollars galore
Every shape
Broken and not
Lined up under the sand
Laying on top of each other
Scallops and sea weed
Oysters and mussels
It's way too much fun
It's a bit windy. The loons are singing. When the tide is out, I can venture down the steps to the beach.
The clouds are mystical. The water is glass like. The dogs enjoy going for a walk along the shore. No sand dollars but a few shells. It's so quiet.
Time to go home. I'll come back again ... I own the place ... the bank does but you know what I mean.