As I wait for our weather to warm up, I begin to think of one of my favorite things in the world to do. I can't get enough of finding a beach and running along the water in my bare feet. I have been to beachs in California, Florida, one in Michigan between where I live and up north, and Myrtle Beach, my favorite. One spring we went to Myrtle Beach and it was so cold my husband could barely golf. I determined to enjoy myself and ran the beaches, my feet turning bright red from cold in the process. I can spend several hours just walking along the shore, jumping the waves and enjoying all of the beach cottages along the way.
Another thing I love is collecting shells. Most of the big ones are broken or have holes in them. You can get much better ones in the little shops, but what is the fun of that? So when I do find a baby sand dollar, or a shark's tooth (well, it looks like one in my fossil book,) or a pretty scallop, I am thrilled. I take these treasures home in my baggies and display them in a pretty jar or just lying by a candle.
Seabirds swoop over the waves and run in the sand. They are so lovely. I take pictures of them in flocks flying, sitting on old weathered posts, or of their tiny footprints in the sand. They just make my heart sing.
I love the piers, old ratty, seen better days piers. I photograph them from underneath, from the sides, and the top at an angle. Sometimes you can find a wonderful seafood restaurant at the end of one of them.
When I see pictures of beaches in other blogs or in magazines, I just want to run, get into shorts and a comfy top. I take my shoes off and open up my arms and smell the spray and wade in. Weather and water cold or warm, there is a seashell out there waiting for me to find it. It is my ultimate treasure hunt.