We caught a few glimpses of sun and blue sky at the beach over the weekend.  It was so good to walk in the sand, listen to the ocean, and breathe in the coastal air.  We stopped at Fogarty Creek for a spell and found that all the little swirls of seaweed and such were gone for the most part.  Instead, I found little collections of sticks all over the beach; silent stories left by the waves.  Natural art.  I could have walked for miles looking at these compilations and pondering the random perfection of each one's composition. 
by mlekoshi