Tuesday night - we’re headed out the door for an afternoon and evening with my friend Katie – we’re going to Savannah for a ghost tour. Full report coming later. To tide you over, here’s some more beach porn:
A tiny (less than an inch wide) bit of coral.
There’s a lot of this stuff going on.
A fair number of clam shells this year.
A tiny shell, overwhelmed by barnacle:
It was furiously windy this morning. These lovelies were stock-still, face into the wind, in a posture of graceful endurance.
Even the seagulls were hunkered down.
Except for the one in the back was doing yoga.
