O is for...

Ocean.

Watching the waves come in.  Walking docks, seeing the boats glide in.  Reading the names, some fun, some puns, some almost mystic sounding.  Seeing the seaweed wash up on the shore, the gulls flying overhead.  Wandering across the cobbles, listening to the applause, finding shells and driftwood.  I love the coast.

Mom and I took my Auntie to the coast.  Auntie wanted to find some shops, but she wanted to take photos.  Mom suggested a nice spot she could take pictures of the ocean, where there was a small stone wall.  Auntie leaned over on the wall, and started photographing the ocean.

And Mom took a photo of Auntie's backside, with her unawares.

At least until Mom send her a picture in the mail later...

P. Pacific Blue.

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I have always loved the ocean.  We have an annual trip, to Seaside, that I take most years with my parents.  Some views I love.

Uh, Lewis?

Yeah?

Where are we?

Do I look like Sacajawea?

This used to be open area.

Things have changed.

At least it's not blocked off.

Sunny days are nice, 

but clouds are magnificent at the coast.

So, am I the only one that sees a 

tiny dragon in the cloud on the right?

Driftwood, fuel for numerous campfires,

pretend swords, and feats of imagination,

sitting, quiet secrets, stolen kisses, 

or just enjoying the view.

Just because...

%^&*$  paparazzi!

(Pacific Blue)