Winter at the beach. Believe it or not, there is a gentle zephyr caressing the trees. Not!! It’s a regular gale. I love it. So does that bird, eh? Whenever I get a chance to put ‘what I should be doing’ aside for a moment and ‘live a bit of real life’, I do it. Didn’t used to, you know. Play comes later. Or never. Then you die. Either way. Sorry for the dark turn there.
This becomes more piquant to your thought life when this sign takes on new meaning and isn’t amusing anymore :>.
There is so much beauty at the beach. Wendy and I have lived by the sea. It’s not so much romantic as it is bone-chilling. Even in August (at least in Bella Bella). Great place to visit though.
This feller is ENORMOUS. Living in an area where intensive logging has been the norm, along with the odd wildfire, it’s a pleasant jolt to come across them.
This tree is over 6′ diameter at the base. I would have taken a pic of me for reference, but I was behind the camera, don’t like pics of me, and try hard not get people in my photos. Except Wendy; I can’t get enough of her. Good thing we’re married :>:>.
Here’s a good example of the old and the new married in perfect harmony. Cheers, all.