We've been heading to the beach the past couple of weeks. Lessons are being learned about erosion....supplies are being found in the form of beach glass and driftwood. I am reminded how soothing the sound of waves is...how it manages to penetrate and cover all but the noisiest of city sounds. And how if I close my eyes I can believe I am somewhere else.
I am also left wondering how people can care so little about this space. How they so carelessly leave their garbage behind for the water to swallow up or someone else (like my 6 year old!) to pick up and dispose of.
Maybe I start to think about these kinds of things too much. I don't know.
What a beautiful picture you describe; so sorry it was marred by trash.
ReplyDeleteI find your blog a calming place and I enjoy looking at the photos. Had to post to let you know that there are other people like you out there and that I appreciate the fact that you are sharing your piece of the world with others.
Wow, this is so very nice to hear!
DeleteThanks for sending me this note. I really appreciate it.
Have a great evening.
Karen
One of my favorite things to do when I'm at the beach is listen to the noises of the waves. The sounds of the waves hitting the sand is soothing.
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