Walking the big, open, wet beach where we lived for a week. A river made a delta to the sea, and the winds were blowing every day. I have dozens of great photos of sand patterns (which I may post as fillers later in the month) but this captures how big this beach was.
No longer middle aged, and no longer taking pictures every day....but cannot quit yet.
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Middle, middle. Middle-aged, middle America. I just like taking...
