I head for the beach between 4:30-5:00 A.M. several mornings a week. I hit downtown near the docks first, then jump in my truck and try the tip of our world here, on the viewing platform, and then drive about a mile to Westhaven Beach. I take some pics and beach comb for a couple of hours.
At sunset, I do it all again, except I can’t beach comb after the sun sets. Damn.
Have been having a hard time with spots on my lens (mist & rain) and sand messing with the mechanism that makes the lens go in and out. All I can do is keep cleaning it out, but have missed or fouled a lot of good shots.
Oh, The writing camp is going good. I’m up to 13+k words. At some points I wish I could just hand it all to someone and have them write it. I’m just so tired of crying. This is as hard as I knew it would be, even after almost four years of living without Paul. He is so present as I write our journey, of course that means I get to smile and laugh in between the tears. Man, he was funny. Man, I miss him.
Hope you all (in the U.S.) had a great 4th of July.