I needed to get away from the house. Being housebound does not a healthy mind make. The destination, I guess, didn’t matter considering I geared for the library but wound up at the beach, and didn’t mind. Twice in three days… I did mind that. It was a day of playing random music with the iPhone… and again wondering why the heck Bob Dylan made “Ring Them Bells”.
I noticed the purple flowers are (or were) in style— as seen outside some businesses and neighborhoods, on the way to the beach, and even in our own town. The above appear to be garden phlox… but I’m not sure.
Dandelions were everywhere near the parking lot.
The difference between this and the last time at the beach: it was earlier in the season, this year.
Not to mention a better camera.
I noticed shoes.
And a few other things left behind, more permanently. (Too many objects to fit in one post.)
Before long, I was climbing the rocks. With my feet.
I was finally able to record the water crashing, high-speed (slo-mo).
And noticed colors on the rocks produced by chemicals of the sea and microorganisms, including rust-like colors.
And some almost marble-like patterns.
Red sand or clay.
Eventually, I got to the grass.
Of course, we weren’t alone. Children were brought, one woman was taking photographs with a smartphone, and I saw at least two dogs. Before getting to the grass, a dog was making it known that there was something up with me. It wasn’t the first time this year— they can somehow tell I’m not quite alright, but this time there was some barking. A man and a woman with a cigarette in her mouth— their dog sniffed my left leg. “She’s usually nice,” the woman said.
Well, that’s it for part I. I took over fifty good photographs and five videos Saturday. It’s only sensible that I pause here. Until next time…