texture

A few weeks ago we had a warm spell and PK and I went out to the beach for a walk. I was feeling a little cranky for some reason, and had left my camera at home, perhaps thinking "same old beach, same old photo opportunities, blah blah blah..." We drove down the long entrance road to the nature preserve, past hordes of people walking along the sides of the trails and generally clogging up our progress. The road turned to dirt, and we dodged potholes full of thick grey mud that splashed over the windshield and smeared across the hood. Eventually, we left the crowds behind and made our way out to the end of a lonely spit of land. As we walked around the corner of the beach, the sun slipped down on the horizon, and I kept finding my attention drawn to the little ripples of windswept sand. Over and over, I "borrowed" PK's camera and lagged behind, watching the way the sand grains moved with the wind, caught on a ridge and sank into one another. Though I never quite captured the moment, I realized the importance of letting go of preconceived notions and sinking in the moment and its opportunities. Such a simple idea, but one that is too easy for me to forget...