I don't think I can ever tire of the beach.
I take the same picture of the same dunes, waves and lighthouses every visit and yet it seems new and beautiful every time.
This beautifully marked crab with a missing leg was thrown up by the tide and became living jewelry for a moment. We put him in the rocks so that he had a chance with the seagulls that were looking for snacks.
As you walk along the beach you have to be on constant watch for the fishing lines of the surf fishers.
The late afternoon shadows played on the sand to double the effect of the fence.
But at the same time, to live at the beach with the line of hurricanes and storms that have passed in the past week could be nerve racking if the place wasn't just a temporary stop.