Setting Sights

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I took fifteen minutes to toe-dip n whistle bird-calls to the gulls n pipers just before sundown today. They are some of my fav companions. The tide was on it's way to low, n the sharp, Lady-Slipper shells were plentiful n difficult to navigate over.
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The sore feet soon found soft, wet sand under the salt water over the ankles, n stopped their complaining. My eyes could see more red in the sun's display than the cam did, but I find it tough to fool this cam's light meter (I tried a good 20 times). I decided not to alter the resulting images today, after all.

Finally, for the first time in weeks, there was a sunset to chase to fav beach, n several minutes to savor the setting, n contemplate life in general, before the few groceries melted to mush. (I'm happy Cherries Garcia, made it home before the soup faze).

I never get sick of the colors the Creator put in this place for me to appreciate. I know over the years, these birds know who I am, n that I'd never do them harm, just want to keep company, not frighten them. Once in a blue moon, they even pose for me...



I always feel more kinship to the sea birds than to the other folks here watching the sunset, one of the unique truths about me. They know I'll always come back here. I know they will return, too, as long as the sea provides food for our souls....