Beaches in Winter
Growing up in a landlocked state like Ohio means that I am fascinated with beaches. A beach in winter to me is like some kind of bizarre unnatural spectacle that must be seen. So, I went to check out my local beach in winter.
There are waves crashing into ice-covered driftwood, you guys. For me it was like watching a ferocious lion play with a baby hamster or something. The juxtaposition of winter in a "summer place" made me giddy. It was cool.
I saw seagulls sliding around on a frozen lagoon. They would glide overhead, land and slide around a bit, and then they slammed their beaks into the ice to break through and grab what little morsels they had spotted from the air. I saw ice sheets covering the sand with ripples in them.
I saw shells filled with slush. I can't wait to go back when there's snow... snow on the sand. That's just crazy talk! It was a lot of fun for me (if you couldn't tell). Hopefully my editing conveys the sense of contrast and awe that I was experiencing.
There are waves crashing into ice-covered driftwood, you guys. For me it was like watching a ferocious lion play with a baby hamster or something. The juxtaposition of winter in a "summer place" made me giddy. It was cool.
I saw seagulls sliding around on a frozen lagoon. They would glide overhead, land and slide around a bit, and then they slammed their beaks into the ice to break through and grab what little morsels they had spotted from the air. I saw ice sheets covering the sand with ripples in them.
I saw shells filled with slush. I can't wait to go back when there's snow... snow on the sand. That's just crazy talk! It was a lot of fun for me (if you couldn't tell). Hopefully my editing conveys the sense of contrast and awe that I was experiencing.
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