Small Stone - Jan 10

It was terribly windy and cold at the beach today.  The waves were frightful but beautiful.  The sand had been swept over and over by the wind and left with rows of ripples like you would see in the high desert.   Footprints were erased as if no one had ever been there.  Seaweed was scattered and spewed upon with each fierce, erratic set of waves.  And then, a fearless stranger would appear, challenging the forces of wind and braving the cold walk along this deserted, January beach.   

winter wind

the barefoot man huddled

under the pier