Walking to the beach 2 miles from my home is worth every step whatever the weather, standing to watch the sun rise is such a precious and peaceful time. Combing the shore, what will I find; a stone with a hole right through, what made the hole? An empty shell, a piece of driftwood, one day part of a shirt. Was it taken off a boat by a gust or wind or simply left behind on the shore one sunny day?
Gazing at the sea is never dull, it changes constantly, one moment the horizon is a dark line and the next, clouds have blown in and the sea and clouds are the same colour obliterating the horizon for a while.
Walking along the beach is fascinating and feeds my creative life. There are shapes and pattern everywhere. Will I use all the photos I take? Probably not! I keep them as an aide memoir because there may be a shape I can use in my work or a colour that would enhance a piece of cloth with paint, dye or thread. The lesson for today is always have a camera to record that precious view.
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