Two tall ships beneath two stripes of cloud.
Pelicans fishing the waves and a fisherman, sitting in his beach chair not fishing.
An adolescent boy throwing sticks into the water.
Plenty of sticks to be had.
Lots of debris on the sand. Mostly mother nature's own detritus. Bark, sticks, stumps, large branches and a couple of tree trunks.
A day like this almost always yields treasure.
Mother Nature's rendition of Degas.
