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Those who lack the courage will always find a philosophy to justify it.


The wave comes in on the southern side of Clifton Beach. Clifton Beach. November 2011.

Me: Guess what?

You: What?

Me: Today I am embracing a new meme.

You: Embracing a new meme you say...?

Me: Yes, a new meme!

You: What kind of meme is it?

Me: Well, it is a new meme that will let me showcase a photograph in new and innovative ways.

You: Does it involve furries dressed up like My Little Ponies?

Me: No, it's Watery Wednesday, an exciting new opportunity for me to feature a photograph that focuses on water or a water-themed subject each wee!

You: ...

Me: Hey, where are you going? What's wrong?

You: ... ... ... ...
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Christina, Sweden said…
great beachscene and I love the story :-)
30 November 2011 at 09:15
CameraCruise said…
Great shot!
Love all the stones and your story.
Have a great day.
30 November 2011 at 10:41
2sweetnsaxy said…
So, you're 162 late. That's okay. I just hope you're here for the next 162. Great sense of humor and a great shot. Hope you're getting your eyes nice and wet!
30 November 2011 at 11:32
Rae Walter said…
Top watery capture!
30 November 2011 at 18:43
Birgitta said…
Love your photo and your story!

http://blogg.birgittasplace.com/
30 November 2011 at 18:52
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. I look forward to post many more watery images into the future!
3 December 2011 at 18:26
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