ON THE WALL in Postcards 4

George headed off to the Maker’s Place Sunday, and once again I headed for the beach.

There was a parking spot right at the sea wall, and the surf was roaring. The tide was out, and so even this unusually high surf only pounded the bottom of the pier. There was sea weed up on the sidewalk, and sea water in the street from the earlier high tide. There were crowds too. I love times like this.

The crowds stayed far, far away from the homeless man sleeping on top of the wall. I could have made him a far more interesting photograph, but I left it alone except for cropping.

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• Himself: Monday was a really tough day, and he says it looks the same today.


• Myself: Got the lab work done, the groceries bought, and the laundry started before breakfast. Breakfast, cleaning me, and I am off to do books.


• Reading: Joseph Hansen.


• Gratitude’s: George.