Super pup....waiting for the photographer who used to be the person who took nice brisk walks with her.
My mind is kind of bland and blank this morning. Not much focus....but not in a negative way, more in a perhaps there's room for inspiration way. If that makes any sense at all. If anyone really does know what time it is. If anyone really cares.
I woke up with the sun this morning which is something I used to do regularly but as of late my circadian rhythms have been all screwed up....those damn circadians been messin' with my stuff....so waking hours have varied anywhere from 5 a.m. to 9 a.m. with no rhyme or reason. This morning was rather novel.
As I've mentioned before, I love the beach, as does Tula and we walk there a lot...often with the entire stretch to ourselves or only shared with a sparse one or two others. Then summer comes along with the banishment. Today, I said "what the hey" and went to the beach anyway. I shot right passed the big-ass sign the states NO DOGS BEYOND THIS POINT. I'm such a scandalous girl. Truth be told, early morning and in the evenings dogs are allowed on the left side of the beach, but not the right. I glanced to the left and it was littered with fisherman and seaglass searchers. To the right-the non dog side....there was one lone individual walking. That clinched my decision.
I was off the beach by 7:20 long before any beach pails, towels, flip-flops, cranky kids, impatient mothers, or picnics showed up on the scene. I think my rule-break was okay. It is just my 2nd forbidden beach walk this summer and the other was in thick fog. I deserved this. I miss the beach...just sayin'; a girl has needs.
A driftwood lean-to reminded me of Survivor. I think there are parts of Maine that would make superb settings for that reality show. Imagine the swimming challenges in 52 degree Maine ocean. This is kind of a cheater shot. I didn't take this one this morning, I took this several evenings ago, but the lean-to was still there this morning if that counts.
The other day I was into mussel shells, today clam shells....don't know what's up with that. The purple tips were begging me to take a shot.
Barnacles radiate the morning sun. They also provide a non slippery surface when navigating sections of slippery rocks....bear that in mind if you're selected to be on Survivor Maine.
Yah. I like it. Stark, but nice.
This little songstress was singing her heart out this morning. Maybe this was her song "Sistah; ain't nobody gonna tell ME I can't park here w'never I want. Move 'long now." I think it went something like that.
Yup. More seaweed. Whatever. Trying to get a really low angle and keep the camera (and the shoes) dry.
Just as I was about to get in my car and drive home, I had to grab this last photo. I think cropping might make this one better.....(still working towards that new computer).
Why I imagined it necessary to take more beach roses I don't know. I guess 'cause they're free. Besides it's an obession. There were all kinds of bumble bees drinking in the nectar this morning, but they kept diving into the cups so I didn't catch them.
Thanks for walking the beach with Tula and me this morning. It is going to be a glorious day here in Maine today.