An early morning drive to the coast via the dirt roads - just out of our small country town
Arriving in Mogo, checking out the shops and people. Lots of people.
Sarah and Cam monkey-ing around and being 'Posers' - hugging a Totem pole
Our traditional and annual stick on tattoos, courtesy of a bubble gum wrapper. We have to walk around with these corny tattoos all day.
Stopping at a beach near Mossy Point. There was a lagoon, rocks and then the beach.
Crossing the laggoon
The rocks here were worn away and formed lines of honeycomb
Loving the rock pools and what hangs out in them.
Loved how the birds gathered here....
Tide coming in. Also, a storm warning....
The Machinist exploring the rock pools
Looking back to the shoreline
I looked down and this was 'waving' at me, flowing with the ebbs....
Can you see the worm tower in the sand?
Knock knock.... anyone home?
Multitudes of life and forms in one small area....
The Machinist wrote my name in the sand with his big toe
The Machinist and I were sitting on a rock together - away from the maddening crowd. A young boy suddenly appeared holding this crab. "Can I take a picture of your crab?" I asked. "Sure, but he's dead you know..." The boy walked away triumphant that someone else was interested in his find. The Machinist leaned over to me and whispered..."that boy is really pleased with his spoils of the day..."