One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Sweaty at the Beach
After yesterday's horrible afternoon heat (100+), the morning came sweaty; the heat was down to a mere 78 at 6 AM, but the humidity was over 80%. My glasses fogged as soon as I walked outside, as did the camera lens. Not much wind, and it warmed to 85 in the time we were out. By the time we got home we were soaked with sweat.
Georgia speaks with our neighbors Clint and Theresa, while Skye and Abbe get reacquainted. Cliff told us there had been a "crab jubilee" earlier in the week, a sign that deep anoxic water had been blown up near the shoreline
Even the Seagulls were panting.
A new flower opened on the debris at the foot of the cliff. I'm not quite sure which composite it is, but it's pretty common around here, in disturbed areas where roads border forests.