a beach stroll with a surprise
Sunday afternoon, we timed it perfectly between rain squalls.
We walked 1.5 miles each way before the next rain squall arrived. Again it was perfect weather for a beach walk.
A mile and a half of beach all to ourselves with only a set of tracks left by a pair of horses on this lonely stretch.
On the way back, Eric stopped me because he noticed something in the horse tracks…
Not being entirely sure and not wanting to spook the creatures, I snapped off a couple of shots from a distance.
When they didn’t seem at all bothered, I moved in a bit closer and used a piece of driftwood to brace the camera.
This is the best I could do since it was getting rather dark with the clouds rolling in. Turns out these are Snowy Plovers, a protected species. They are so tiny and cute. Apparently they had decided that the horse tracks were the perfect spot to snuggle in for the night.
A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full or wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood. If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life, as an unfailing antidote against the boredom and disenchantment of later year…the alienation from the sources of our strength.
― Rachel Carson,