Tuesday, April 12, 2011

What would be a road hazard anywhere else, in the Third World is probably the road.


Continuing the search of the dunes. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. February 2011.

I like the lines on the dunes from this angle. The good thing about Calverts Beach is that it doesn't get a lot of traffic. Just Hen, Ez, Jen and I and the odd whale watcher or twitcher trampling the grains.

I'm wondering how people go on those beaches you see that has large pebbles and rocks, rather than nice, neat and warm between the toes..

3 comments:

Roddy said...

The rocks and pebbles didn't get in everything like sand.
I always disliked beaches because of the sand.

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Kris...
I have to agree with you, about the serenity (and solitariness) found in the photograph.
Lucky, you, Jen, Henry, and Ezra.
Nice photograph and interesting quote too!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

Kris said...

Roddy, BAH!

DeeDee, it’s a great little beach. Never any rubbish at all!