Seth, over at Buried Treasure, started a project to uncover an old favorite post in our archives. I am here at my Moms house again, one year later, experiencing the same pleasures of one year ago!
I have come to the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Florida to nurse my mother after her knee replacement surgery. Normally we would be walking on the beach taking photos of our barefeet in the sand. We might photograph pink flowers, bikini butts, umbrella drinks and sandcastles. But after bedside sitting tonight I have come to the end of my day to take pictures of what is left on the beach nearby her house and hospital room. It is a true fact that no day is a bad day spent at the beach. There is nothing like sand between your toes, the gritty, wet film on your skin, the sound of a huge heartbeat all around your body as the pulse of the waves serenade your weary ears. Whenever I need to feel calm, I go to the waters edge.