a beach to one’s self

I love the beach in the evenings just after everyone has left for the day to eat their dinners and rehydrate, or tuck their exhausted but happy children into bed.  You would never know from the smooth look of this windswept beach that just hours earlier hundreds of people crowded it’s shores due to a massive surf life saving competition.  The strong sea breeze this afternoon has smoothed the footprints and four-wheeler tracks in the sand, leaving the quiet beach with a feeling of untouchedness and peace.  The only hint of the days activities is the faint scent of hotdogs still lingering in the air.  Hotdogs mixed with seaweed mixed with salty water occupied my olfactory sensors as I took these images a couple of hours ago at Quinns Beach near mums.  I love the feeling of the ocean wind washing through me; I find it cleansing to my often tormented and slightly cuckoo soul.  I have missed this place - there is almost nothing more relaxing to me than watching a sunset over the ocean, alone.

*bliss*

xox