Indian Rocks Beach

It had been awhile since I'd been to the beach. On a pleasant Sunday morning it seemed to be the perfect time to return. Besides, scouting areas away from the usual Sunset Beach close to Shawshank seemed appropriate since Bedlam was my new Institution of choice.

I believe Indian Rocks Beach was the name of this place and seemed pleasant enough.

First looking North...

…then looking behind me to the South.

This guy had found a shelled creature of some sort and was throwing it down in an attempt to loosen it up.

This guy was finding time to cuddle with his lady friend (where is that left hand?) and still hold on to his drink.

Pelicans remain one my favorite sights. So prehistoric, so ugly, but majestic in the air.

A wave at the point just before crashing and making its froth.

A couple guys about to launch their boards.

Which one is the boss?

A beautiful yellow-footed egret.

With that, the mental batteries refreshed a bit; back to Bedlam. Return tomorrow for a rather nice series of shots from the beach. Need a teaser? Life feeds on life. How's that?

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