The sun is beginning to set upon the water. The soft waves are rolling in at my feet. Somewhere in the distance I hear the cry of a seagull. This is my favorite part of the day. I love taking evening strolls along my very own private beach. Nothing compares to the soft southern wind blowing your hair aimlessly around your face. My eyes search the sand underfoot partially for some treasure from the ocean and partially for the jellyfish that are common this time of year.
I’m completely amazed when I think of all that is present in the vast open water in front of me. What treasure will the ocean bring me today? Will it be shells? Perhaps a bottle with a romantic message inside? Yesterday’s treasure was a shiny fishing tackle that I added to my collection.
Maybe I’ll walk out to the rocks on the point, lots of foreign articles get trapped in the clenches there. I carefully make my way out onto the jagged pieces and try to find a place where I can sit. The things I’ve seen f
As I walk in the door I realize I’ve left the TV on. The newscaster is reporting a fishing boat missing just off the coast. Two fishermen were aboard. After hearing the description of the men’s red plaid uniforms I shut off the TV and head for the black room. I set my pictures in the developing solutions and hang them to dry. I decide to get ready for bed as the night is getting late. I try to get some sleep but the excitement of today’s shoot has me to wound up. I decide to go check on the photos, as I walk towards the black room my anticipation builds. As I open the door and reveal my masterpieces, my mouth drops in horror. From the zoom of the camera I can now see the floating particles on the water. What lies before my eyes is the farthest thing from picturesque. Whoever said a picture was worth a thousand words couldn’t have been more right when I saw the red pieces of flannel floating amongst the sharks.
rom this point would amaze you. From boating lovers catching a nude swim to some of
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