{"id":569,"date":"2008-08-13T23:51:14","date_gmt":"2008-08-14T03:51:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=569"},"modified":"2008-08-14T00:02:15","modified_gmt":"2008-08-14T04:02:15","slug":"day-at-the-beach","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=569","title":{"rendered":"Day at the Beach"},"content":{"rendered":"

I did not take my camera with me for my walk today. It was late and the light was failing. “Eh,” I thought to myself, “There probably won’t be anything to see anyway.” Naturally, the rabbit that always runs stood perfectly still today. I also spotted no less than four land snails, each with its head sticking out, not to mention several free-roamers (slugs). I could have brought home one hell of a photographic slimefest, but instead, all I got was extra sweat as I upped the pace of my walk.<\/p>\n

But let’s be honest. I probably needed to sweat more than I needed pictures of snails, however cute they may have been.<\/p>\n

Now, lest you think I haven’t been properly exercising my soul, I offer you these pictures from last Thursday. I had to go into the office that day, and conscious of the fact that I need to take better care of myself, I dutifully took a full hour’s lunch. I spent most of that hour at Silver Sands<\/a> in Milford.<\/p>\n

This is the view from the end of the boardwalk that leads from the parking lot, through the salt marsh, to the beach. I like this picture because it introduces the park and Charles Island, but next time I need to remember to keep the horizon straight!<\/p>\n

\"Charles<\/a><\/p>\n

When I lived in Milford, I used to walk to a beach from which I could see the opposite side of this island. One of my only regrets about leaving Milford is that I never tried to reach the island, which is connected to the shore by a sand bar that is accessible at low tide. Legend has it that Captain Kidd buried his treasure there.<\/p>\n

This is another view of the island from farther down the beach.<\/p>\n

\"Charles<\/a><\/p>\n

There were some huge beach roses growing in the marsh. I tried to photograph them, but I couldn’t get close enough. I had to settle for Queen Anne’s Lace, but isn’t it pretty? In this picture, I tried to capture the individual flower, the field of flowers behind it, the boardwalk, and the gorgeous summer sky.<\/p>\n

\"Beach<\/a><\/p>\n

In this next picture, I focused on the ladybug while also trying to capture the embroidery-like background of the other flowers.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

It was a beautiful day and it felt like the sunshine would last forever, but a storm hulked on the horizon. By the time I finished work, it was pouring rain and thundering as if the gods were wrestling directly over the office building. There was a man standing near the exit, looking out the door. He said, “It’s tornado weather.” When I prepared to leave, he said, “Is it really worth it? There’s a lot of lightning. You might not melt, but you could get struck.”<\/p>\n

As paranoid as I am, I’m not afraid of thunderstorms. I love them! I pulled my hood over my head and made a run for it. About halfway to my car, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, right over my head. For a moment I really thought I was going to get hit. It would have ticked me off, and knowing that the guy was watching would have made it worse. I survived unscathed, though, and this scene, with the mysterious man warning someone not to go out into the storm, is the kind that might make it into a book someday. That is, if I ever find the time to write one…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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