It never fails. I set my alarm well before sunrise and I have to convince myself to get to the beach "on time."
Snuggled up in my warm bed, packing my camera gear seems like a chore. How does going to the beach ever become a chore? Especially when EVERY time I go, I come back grateful I had gone.
Today, for example...
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| In my almost 10 years of living in South Florida, I'd never seen as many shells (on the east coast, anyway) as I did today! |
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| Meditation. |
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| An "up-cycled" aluminum can. |
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| I picked up so many shells that my camera bag was filled by the time I was done taking photos. Wait, I don't think I'll ever be done taking photos... |
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