Pictures with my sister

My sister, Gloria (#3 of 6) was here this past Friday.  I took the day off and we headed out with our cameras to see what we could find.  We're both a couple of beach bums from way back.  From as far as I can remember, she would come home from where ever her travels had taken her and we'd go to the beach.  It never mattered, winter, summer, spring or fall we'd trek off to the beach.  Sometimes to walk in the sand, or on the pier, sometimes to scale the ice or the rocks, rarely to swim.  Maybe that's where I learned about letting the breaking waves draw my fears from within and bring me peace.

We walked along on this day barely talking to each other.  The only sounds were the waves breaking over the beach and our cameras clicking with our treasures.  It felt great to have the wind in my hair and my soul cleansed.  I need to remember to go there more often.  (next time, I'll remember to turn the date stamp off on my camera too!  Duh!)