Went to the shore just south of San Buenaventura State Beach on Sunday to spend some time with myself.
Watching this guy paddle by reminded me of the days when Hydra and I did a little ocean kayaking. Makes me wistful for gliding over water.
Looking south from where I sat on my little blanket, with carryout coffee, orange juice and a bagel.
Looking to the sea, past the breakwater.
Looking north from atop the breakwater. See the drifts of rounded stones along the strand?
Trying for a different perspective. Looking back to shore from the water. It takes a tiny bit of courage to stand with your back to the rolling ocean.
This is when the cuffs of my shorts got wet. Seems no matter what length of pants I have on when I go to the beach, I tempt the fates and get them wet.
Looking down, where the waves slowly work to turn a rock like this into sand like that.