More beach-life photos

I do grow both suspicious and tired of sand in my personal hinterlands, but there is a great deal to be said about having nowhere to be except a random afternoon pirate tour and little to do but let the waves crash around and look for shells. We are all tan, bushed by 6pm, and the cousins are enjoying a fifth straight year of all-too-rare bonding and fun. Winning all around!

Cousins on a sizeable piece of driftwood

said driftwood

This way to a nature trail

moon or beach?

a splash of color; so much promise in a bud, yes?