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BEACHES

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Work has taken me to Florida again.  This time, I planned a trip to the beach as it will likely rain the rest of the week.  I wanted to get some sand between my toes before I dive into work tomorrow.

After dinner, I sat on the beach for a glorious hour, listening to waves crash and watching a dad bury his two girls in the sand.   I received a text that my parking meter was running low, so I reluctantly headed back to the MINIVAN the rental place gave me.

An old man (and by old, I mean way older than my father), was sitting in a row of chairs in the plaza by himself. He made eye contact so I went over and introduced myself. Carl is no longer able to get down to the ocean. Bad knees, bad hips, bad everything, so he comes down and sits as close to the ocean as he can.

He asked how it was down on the beach and if I put my toes in the water and the sand and what it felt like, so I told him. This particular beach had damp, coarse sand that actually flaked off easier than powdered sand. He thought that was a great description.

We talked some more, then he said, “go while you can. You never know when you won’t be able to feel the sand between your toes anymore.”

He was still smiling, but my heart broke a little bit.  Clearly, he loved the ocean. Those chairs were as close as he was going to get to it at this point in his life as far as he was concerned.

I’m not old by any means, but I know I am at the end of the summer of my life. I can’t imagine a time when I won’t be able to do simple things that give me pleasure, but I know it’s inevitable.

“Enjoy everything while you can,” he reiterated.  “Was it a good trip to the beach?”

Yes, Carl, it was.  Thank you for the reminder that I need to squeeze everything I can out of every moment I can.

 

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BEACHED, PROPERLY

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South Padre Island, Texas

I’m sitting on a somewhat comfortable couch in a hotel in Corpus Christi, Texas, with football on the tv (muted) and iTunes radio playing some totally incredible jazz. I feel totally relaxed and accomplished, since what I came to Corpus Christi to do for work went really well and I completed my task.

One of the perks of traveling for work is that we have offices in some beautiful places and sometimes I actually have enough time to go enjoy some of the local sights or cuisine.  Last night, I went for a walk on a lovely beach on South Padre Island.

I love the ocean. I especially love the beach. When those two things are paired and the water is less brown than other places on the Gulf Coast, I get a tad camera crazy.  The lighting was perfect (we were out there around six) and the tide was coming in. There weren’t many shells and the waters were very stirred up (TS Ingrid) but the whitecaps were beautiful.

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South Padre Island, Texas

I did, however, find a couple shells to shoot. I left them there so someone else could enjoy them.  I went to a souvenir shop and bought some polished ones there instead.

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South Padre Island, Texas

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South Padre Island, Texas

I can’t describe how good it was to take the camera out and do something fun and creative. I have a new appreciation for my camera since my first DSLR was stolen a couple of months ago.  I’ve vowed not to let this one go to waste.  I will leave you with a few more photos from last evening’s walk.

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South Padre Island, Texas

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South Padre Island, Texas

South Padre Island, Texas
South Padre Island, Texas

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South Padre Island, Texas

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CALIFORNIA VACATION

I have been back about a week from my California vacation.  I experienced the extremes of weather and some beautiful scenery.  Here is a taste:
Pine Valley, CA
Pine Valley, CA
Downtown Los Angeles, CA
Hermosa Beach, CA
Hermosa Beach, CA
Painting in Yak & Yeti, Hermosa Beach, CA
Hermosa Beach, CA
Near Rancho Palo Verde, CA
Near Rancho Palo Verde, CA
Near Rancho Palo Verde, CA
Near Rancho Palo Verde, CA
Hermosa Beach, CA
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GALVESTON

I didn’t grow up anywhere near the ocean.  When I first moved to Houston, I was thrilled to go to Galveston and walk on the beach.  All I would hear from people was how “ugly” or “dirty” the beach was.  I beg to differ.

Some Sea Offerings
A little guy I hope will grow up to love the ocean as much as I do.
A Shell Lover’s Smorgasboard

Sandcastle built by “grownups”

Survivor of Ike