There's nothing like the beach in the morning, early morning.  Before the world has had a chance to wake.  Sea creatures are still roaming the sand, taking advantage of the emptiness.  Everything's so quiet and still and peace.  That's what I miss most about the beach as every summer season draws to a close.  Wrapping myself in the early morning mist of the sea.  Losing myself in the ocean's crash.  I hear it long after my exit and long for it during the winter and fall months.  My sign tends to pull me to the waters edge.  Who am I to fight the call?


Sea shells by the sea shore.

I'm getting pretty good with my cam...