The beach was fairly deserted, not a soul nearby, and he took me behind the driftwood to show it to me. You'd think that after 25 years of marriage that the novelty would have worn off, but he still likes to surprise me with exciting sights at odd times.
It was a beautiful thing, glistening softly in the pale winter light. From a certain vantage point, there was a heart-shaped aspect to it.
By the way, he says it's spelled "Mussel", not Muscle".
Whatever.
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More beach pictures next time,
Kathryn : )
5 comments:
Omigod...not the thing to say to me after two glasses of chardonney
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I want one of those!
You kill me, Kathryn. One of these posts I am going to fall down laughing and hurt myself badly.
Kathryn you crack me up :D
Your wit and photography skills never cease to amaze. hugs, viv
Ho, boy ... you had me going there for a moment...! :-)
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