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Camel Rock Beach


Yep I can see the camel. Can you?

There was a time when I didn't know how to photograph the beach because it is not my natural setting but I love it now. Come let's go for a walk towards those rocks.

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  1. I do like that rock formation. My husband would say that the rocks have been folded so that they are almost vertical and then weathered.

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  2. you captured the peaceful nature of the beach. makes me want to walk it with you.

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  3. It kind of takes your eyes and mind a little while to get used to a different kind of "busy"ness, doesn't it?
    Bush is so busy with leaves and grass and branches.
    Beach is so busy with different kinds of gritty bits and seaweed and rocks.

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  4. Yes I can see a camel! Look forward to the stroll.

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  5. I see the camel but he should be in the desert not the sea. He must be lost. I will just love to walk on the beach with you.

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  6. umm ... no ... not really. This is a gap where I want another hump to be.

    Hang about a tick whilst I take my shoes and socks off ... I'm coming ... wait for me ...

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  7. Nope, don't see a camel ;-).
    I see a Iguania.

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