I grew up a mile inland from the Beach on Singer Island Florida. I would ride my bike and spend the day. I enjoyed playing in the surf, and the interface of ocean and shore an ever changing and moving experience. Washed up on the beach after a storm there was an occasional find of Spanish doubloons on this section of coast. That fired my imagination and I searched in vain for golden treasure. Never realizing that I should have been looking for an encrusted object the size of a golf ball. The gold was hidden inside off course. Inside I found treasure of a different sort . A love of exploring the coast. I love to walk the beach. Join me for a bit of beachcombing if you will.
Let’s get an early start.
The best places to go are isolated beaches with a good high tide shell line.
There is beauty at our feet.
Shell Shocked: sometimes it’s hard to see the tree for the forest.
Sometimes it’s not.
It’s good to look up and around too.
There is sign others have been here before us.
This one is wearing a mink coat.
I have a ghost of a feeling this one is crabby.
Bobcat on the prowl after last nights shower.
Deer me this one dropped something.
This guy didn’t get very far.
Loggerhead Turtle this one is a big mama.
Look other beachcombers, and I thought we had the place to ourselves.
It’s not uncommon to see the aftermath of tragedy on the beach.
Well it’s getting late time to paddle on home.
Some endings can be beautiful.
A few of the memories that we carry home.