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The day's activities would soon surrender to the encroaching waves. I like that about the sea, the way it gives you a fresh start each day. At dawn you can feel like an explorer on a pristine beach.
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  1. JulieOctober 17, 2009 at 7:16 AM

    ...*grin*...
    It even cleans one's slate mid masterpiece!!

    I have not walked along a sandy beach all this year ... that I can remember ... ah yes yes ... Palm Beach last January!

    My how time flies ...

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  2. PJOctober 17, 2009 at 12:02 PM

    I'm glad to back here, your latest photos are wonderfully atmospheric. Are you wayfaring for a while still?

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  3. PJOctober 17, 2009 at 12:10 PM

    PS I put the swallow on my desktop, really lovely.

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  4. Joan ElizabethOctober 17, 2009 at 2:07 PM

    Hi Paula, we are so happy to have you back in the blogosphere. We just go wayfaring on the weekends but as my work has dropped off a little lately I've been getting in a few extra long weekends.

    Glad you liked the swallow. I've been exploring people shots recently and finding that rewarding but am thinking it's time to go down to the waterfalls again and do some more nature or - dread the thought - get up early and try to take some dawn shots in the mountains.

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  5. ABOctober 17, 2009 at 7:39 PM

    It makes one wonder what the activities were that left such traces in the sand.

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  6. JulieOctober 18, 2009 at 7:21 AM

    Yes, yes ... dawn shots in the mountains.

    ... *chuckle* ...

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