It was one of those mornings. There wasn’t much to shoot. And then this chap strolls along, being all joy full and stuff.

Beach Joy

If you go to the beach pretty much every morning for a year, you get to know the colors fairly well. The light, the shadows, when the fisherman return with full nets, when the dogs wake up hungry. This morning I felt like I’d shot it all before. I’d been there done that. I heard a noise, turned around, and he was dancing in the cloud reflection ocean puddle. Perfect.

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