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| Sun peaks through leaden skies on this icy morning at the seashore. |
Brrrr..... It is bone-chilling cold. I open the truck window to take pictures, holding my breath, clicking quickly and closing it as fast as I can. The world around me is frozen in place, except the sea that refuses to stand still.
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| A fisherman rows against the tide to his boat "Something Different." |
The postman is not the only brave soul who makes his rounds in all kinds of weather.
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| Taking the dirt road less traveled to a sheltered cove. |
The truck bounces over a gutted beach path. Something sacred is revealed to a solitary soul on a secluded beach. Time to ponder.
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| Bare branches against blue sky. |
These branches will fan and shelter us from the blazing heat this summer, but now they crackle in the wind, frozen in time.
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Wait for me. Seagulls step into frigid waters and paddle away.
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Even when the thermometer drops to zero, you are never alone at the beach. Sea gulls surround you oblivious to your presence.
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Waiting for spring.
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Thank you, Linda. I needed that.
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