Saturday, October 24, 2015

What Was Found At The End Of The Road


Looking across at the high rise condos.

In the morning light, before the lunch time urge, father and son stand silhouetted, reflected on the sand.




Seagulls standing in a row.

Chatting among themselves
about the weekend traffic on the beach.

Skittering by.

Side by side.

Looking back down the beach. 

Could not have replicated the reflections on the sand unless I had sprayed it down with water from a hose.

Travel companions. 

The photographer.

Define your hobby this weekend,
 what is it that you enjoy doing  repeatedly. 



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