Bruce and I try to walk together every afternoon, though he has become such a badminton fanatic that his games often compete with our walk schedule. No badminton on Sundays, so today we walked to the old Coast Guard Station. (Now a private home.) It’s a walk we take quite often and if the tide is low, I like to walk back along the beach where it’s only sandy at the lowest tide. Bruce knows that means I want to look for rocks and beach glass. He wants to get home sooner so he walks back on the road.
I did not find the fascinating little pieces I always hope to pick up, but I did find inspiration in the lines and patterns left by the receding water.