74 degrees on Sunday, January 25th. What do you do? You go to the beach, that's what you do.
Completely miss stopping for the fog on the highway. Some bog thing, reflections and clomps of wild stuff rooted in knee high water. Very nice, dark. I certainly appreciated it as it flew by. Which is all that matters. Give it up. I told Mel how hard it was not to stop the automobile. But family matters and 4 year olds want to get to the beach.
Fog at beach as well, but off at a distance and no clouds, I say, I say, nary a white thing in the sky other than the sun. You could point in any direction and shoot, the fog just smoothing out the light. Amazing, also 74 degrees in January! It was like having a giant soft box. Thank you gods and godesses of light!
Children and dogs going insane. People walking. Sand castles being built. Wet sand flying in the air, not my favorite part BTW. A flock of little birds, not seagulls. Much smaller than the gulls, of which there were 5 maybe. Hundreds of little birds. They ran across the beach, like partridges or pheasants, escaping the surf.
When they took to the air, the flock cycled between dark grey and pure white, depending on their orientation with the sun. Like an olive tree in the wind. It's leaf is one side green and one side silver. In the breeze it flashes between the two. The flock of little birds was like that in the air. Neat! Also I don't remember ever seeing such a flock of small sea birds, but I'm not from these parts so...
This global warming thing is just too damn much. The world is on what is beginning to feel like an un-reversible course, pretty though. Document it, capture the dying light, yada, yada, yada.