Sand

Arrived. Fitzgerald Marine Reserve. As the kids baled out of the vehicles we discovered one child with no shoes. Another with one shoe. The remaining ten pairs of shoes (with feet) waited patiently as we sought a solution.

Oh well, the seals didn't care.

The motley crew.



Then we headed down to the beach. As I sat with my friends from Montana, the kids were scampering around us...chasing waves, burying themselves in sand, scurrying on the sand wall, gathering driftwood for all creative purposes. As we chatted our eyes were scanning the horizon for kids. She was watching my back and I...hers..

One picture. A million grains of sand. Another pair of shoes...gone.