Skip to main content

Beach Time

Beach day.  It seems to always make the hear run just a little faster.  No one hates the beach and everyone is always happy there.  It also provides a photographic opportunity to see people at play and the majesty of surf. 

In another one of my personally patented quiet posts (lazy if you prefer) I present the pictures without discussion.  Hopefully they speak for themselves.   

Okay, I lied.  Footprints always remind me of Bette Davis' line in the movie, Mr. Skeffington.  "When we are no longer here, our footprints are easily washed away."

The sights and sounds of the beach.  Of life at play.  It never gets old.  Thanks for stopping by.  


Popular posts from this blog

I'm Flying!

Flying has not lost its charms on me.  I am still, after all, a small town kid and the thrill of it all is still just as real and palpable as the first time I climbed on board a plane.  That was back in my graduate days.  I took an Ozark flight from Denver to Waterloo and then to Peoria.  One could say that after flying with them each day since has been a gift.  Today I fly Allegiant and while they are at the bottom of safety maintenance and mechanical failure, no flight has ever crashed.  Knock on wood!  Where's some wood!  I can't find wood!  OK, I found a window sill.

These are the fields, small towns and by-ways of the Midwest.  This flight, taking back to Kitschland from a few weeks up North in June was one of those late afternoon, night flights that are pretty awesome.

The cloud formations confirmed the cockpit announcement that there was some foul weather ahead.  I tried to get some lightening in the clouds but never saw any.  The ride was probably as bumpy as I've ex…

Single Picture Post #3

Taken on 6-5-2017
4:14 AM
30 sec exposure
ISO 800
South Lagoon looking North East, Emerald City

Single Picture #4