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Up the beach


A quick look up the beach before we head back.

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  1. WinamJune 26, 2014 at 4:48 PM

    For a suburban beach, it looks so unspoilt from this angle.

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    1. Joan ElizabethJune 27, 2014 at 8:52 PM

      All of the beachs seem very empty. I guess it is winter though it feels warm to me.

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  2. José MendonçaJune 27, 2014 at 9:27 PM

    This beach series is amazing! Love all shots. The oystercatcher capture is fantastic.

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  3. VickiJune 28, 2014 at 9:43 AM

    Love your beach series, Joan. Your photography is going from strength to strength.

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    1. Joan ElizabethJuly 2, 2014 at 10:23 PM

      Thanks Vicki. I really did plan on being a more serious photographer but in the end found it was only seeing things and composition that interests me so have pretty much left the technicalities of photography alone.

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  4. head in the sunJuly 1, 2014 at 6:58 PM

    What a bewdie!
    Lovely shot.
    But don't tell me you are wearing shoes on the beach?!?

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