Yesterday's beach walk was different than the usual. I head out most mornings with London for about an hour walk. Yesterday, I decided to take along my camera. Behind the camera, I find that the world can look quite different, and I'm able to see the beauty in even the smallest things. So, instead of my usual let's-see-who-I-can-walk-faster-than kind of walk, I was taking in the scenery with no agenda for breaking a sweat or getting my heart rate up. It was a blissful little taste of enlightenment.The photo to the left is my favorite. It's one of the many abandoned entrance ways that we pass each morning, but this time its textural beauty made me take notice this time around. Usually, I wouldn't give this much attention, other than seeing that it's clearly a withering away remnant of the architectural past just waiting for a developer to come and erase from existence.

The other thing I noticed are the many kinds of flowers that grow along the beach. I never realized how many varieties there actually are growing effortlessly in the sand.
There's also so much texture on the beach. Much of it from old pavers and cement blocks, but I find that they have character
r in their weathered state.When I walk by these old pavers I wonder what stood behind them. I find old remnants of the past to be haunting and romantic in a certain way. It's like finding old relics from a time gone by. Maybe it wasn't that long ago, but I always wonder what the place looked like, was it once popular? It also provokes an emotion of sadness, because it represents the end of something too.

Wow, that was getting kind of heavy there for a minute. So now, onto a lighter, sillier side. As I was taking the photo of this sign, a passer-by
vacationing from California asked me it this was a joke. It's funny, because I used to think the same thing when I first moved to Florida. Laughingly, I assured her that it's not intended to be a joke. She asked if anyone really shuffles their feet. I said I've never taken this sign seriously. How do you really shuffle your feet in water anyway?The snack bar is positioned about mid-way between my beach access point, and the end of the board walk. I usually take a short pi
t stop here to get some shade while I'm doing a push up or two, and I always give London a sip of water. Speaking of boardwalks. This isn't exactly a boardwalk per se. Growing up in New Jersey, a boardwalk is a good 5-6 feet from the sand and it's made of wood. It doesn't feel anything remotely like a boardwalk, because it's actually like one really wide, long sidewalk. Actually, this is much better for my stride, than old uneven boards. But I do miss the character of the Jersey Shore, and nothing can quite compare to in my book. But for now, I'll enjoy these little "treasures."






