01 Jan


When I was her age, going to the beach in the dead of winter was never a thought. Not that we were living close enough to the coast to pack up the car for a day’s hike along the shore anyway. No worries, though. I’ve got her same little-kid sense of wonder and excitement every time my feet hit the sand, regardless of the season or my age. Today, I looked just like her, right down to the sand eddying around a pair of cute wellies as the gentle waves receded. Maybe my seaside adventures were meant to be delayed. My younger self no doubt would have enjoyed hunting for shells, digging in the sand, and racing the approaching waves, but I’m not sure I would have appreciated other aspects of the day: the tang of the nippy salt-laden breeze on my lips, the perfectly imperfect striations on the razor clam shells, the way the sun’s rays illuminated the beached strands of Crayola-bright kelp, or the flat-out, belly-to-the-sand run of an Australian sheepdog chasing his favorite ball. So much to take in, yet there is no haze of ambiguity or impression of chaos; every detail is unusually clear yet remains solidly in its context. My senses, it seems, only ever work to their full potential when I’m at the beach.


Posted by on January 1, 2013 in Uncategorized


2 responses to “Reflection

  1. Mary Lou Hollett

    January 6, 2013 at 8:29 PM

    Michelle, You are so talented. I love the comments around each photo. Kepp up the good work, should try to get this published. Love you Granny Lou

  2. momcanwearatiara2

    January 13, 2013 at 5:37 PM

    Absolutely wonderful. I feel like that young girl. I have always been intrigued by the water and I am always the first one in whether its the beach or a pool.


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