It’s strange to be at the beach in the winter when everything is brown and dormant. Even so it still makes a pretty picture. I was saying to my aunt and uncle I forget how much I miss the sound of the ocean until I hear it again (same thing happens when I go to Florida and walk the beach). There’s something about the waves crashing on the beach that brings me peace.
Me, too. There is something very peaceful about this picture, as well. It is wonderful.
Wonderful mix of blues and browns.