Late afternoon, hot day in the city. The beach was crowded for a weekday -- crowded being relative, of course. There is never a lack of space at New River.
It was interesting to wander, watch the tide come in, rescue someone's blankets and shoes, and watch so many typical beach things happening.
Rembrances of times past building castles, watching moats fill and edifices crumble, chasing gulls, jumping over breakers, digging trenches, writing in the sand. Seaweed, shells and sea-worm traces.....
© Betty Fleet