I love the stones. Our North Carolina beaches are nothing but sand so this made for interesting perusing and in some places careful stepping.
Butterfly Beach was quiet and sweet, though it was disconcerting to see oil tanker platforms in the distance. There were also chunks of tar from the tar pits offshore, and I ended up with tar on my feet for weeks after this afternoon walk!
The terrain was lovely as was the afternoon light.
The tide swirling around the rocks was mesmerizing.
I took many photographs of the light on the water as it washed over the stone.
And was again left behind by a more adventurous son, who ended up far ahead of me.
This was such a bittersweet image. I recall so clearly his first trip to the ocean when he was only a year and a half old, in bright orange shorts and yellow t-shirt, and his instant connection with the sea. How can it be that 20 years have passed since then? And somehow, miraculously, he is clad in similar colors?