Storm
The sky opens between dark clouds and the sea cuts deep rivers into the wetlands.
A complete reversal from the day prior when ducks floated on wide bands of quiet ponds stretched over reddish brown sea grasses that ruffle in the wind.
The sea is an unpredictable companion for the sand that rolls around under the ocean’s bullying or caresses; depending on the weather.
I am always full of excitement to witness primal art exhibitions at Ocean Park Beach.
I love to bend down and collect the treasures the sea throws onto the sand. Last week I filled my shawl with small conches rolled up to rest on the hard sand at low tide.
The constant wind etches into the sand and creates ribbons of wavelike patterns.
The roar of the sea muffles the sound of seagulls. The pelicans are stoic and the snowy plovers comical.
I hurry to snap one more picture before the rain starts.
~ Catalina
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