I was browsing through my pictures this morning and realized I took a trip to the beach recently that I’ve already forgotten all about. You know why I forgot all about it? Because I spent the entire trip – after day 1 – in the condo with a monstrous head cold. This normally doesn’t sideline me, but there was also the edge of a tropical storm barreling down the coast with 50 – 60 MPH winds (I think). Talk about timing!!!
You know what ruins your beach fun more than a tropical storm? A tropical storm with a head cold cherry on top. So I spent my time sniffling and sleeping, curled up on in a chair or on the couch or in my bed.
We will not get into why four grown, seemingly intelligent women took themselves down to the beach with an impending tropical storm headed our way instead of running in the opposite direction like other sane people would do.
Alas, I was not able to take my usual 724 pictures of waves, seagulls, or sand. Bummer! But on Day 1 I did manage to take two pretty good pictures.
This was day 1. Since watching the beach from my condo was about the only thing I could be bothered enough to do, I entertained myself by checking the progression of this chair each morning. On Day 2 the chair was buried about halfway up in sand. On Day 3 you could only see the top 3 inches or so, and on Day 4 it was completely covered. Today, in my healthy state, this sounds extremely boring. I can assure you at the time it was like watching National Geographic!
Just go with it, ok?
So after I take the obligatory 13 or so pictures of that chair, I wander down the beach. The storm has not officially arrived yet but the waves are high, water is rough, sky is gray. There’s not really much to photograph but I can always find something. This time it was the wheat grass.
Some of you may scoff at the sight of those “high” waves. It’s Alabama. Give me a break. It usually looks like a river out there.