I did a double take coming down the ramp to the ocean on Saturday.
A couple of the thoughts that went through my head were:
“it totally smells like a real horse”
“why is there a horse on the beach?”
“how did the horse get to the beach? is there a horse ramp somewhere?”
“do you pick up a horses poop with plastic bags on the beach? Or trash bags?" I don’t want to know…”
“how come no one else on the beach seems fazed by the horse?”
“please don’t poop in the water, please don’t poop in the water”
“why, again is there a horse on the beach?”
“is this going to become a common occurence?”
I’m just messing around. I only just now thought of some of those.
But seriously, why is there a horse on the beach?
Occasionally we get to see a sailboat or two on the ocean. This guy seemed to be enjoying the gorgeous day. Until…
These two fast boats gave him a rockin’.
Its me! You never see pictures of me on the blog because I am always the one behind the camera. My cute little neighbor Cammi snapped this pic on me on the way to the beach. I was trying to smile but I was also wondering why I let a 4 year old have my camera…
This is little Miss Cammi. Isn’t she sweet? She and Escher have a lot of fun together!
This might not be the most unusual picture, but I like the contrast in the colors of their clothes. Thanks Matt, and Jason (Cammi’s dad) for letting me take your picture!
There was an air show over the weekend. I had the chance to watch a cool little bi-plane do loops and turns over the ocean. Definitely different!
Now, this IS something you see every day… But capturing its picture is usually pretty difficult. These guys are so fast, they scuttle back to their hole before you can grab them. This little guy, though, was slow. There was something a little off about this guy. Glad I could get his picture though!
Escher, king of his domain, looking down upon all the people that adore him.
I know you see pictures of Truman a lot, but just look at that crazy tail! Now that’s not something you see every day either!
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