Saturday, July 27
Leaving the beach house. I decided to take a last walk to the beach and see it in the morning sunshine for the last time on this trip.
Our street
Looking back on our street
At the end of Asbury I turned toward the beach.
The mocking bird was singing again.
Pretty flowers at a beach house.
These beach sweepers clean the beach each morning.
I am not a “beach” person, but this view is something to behold.
This has been a lovely series — you say you’re not a beach person, but you have some beautiful photos! And that house is beautiful, too!
Thank you!