It was 24 degrees outside, and a stiff wind was blowing from the north. Seemed like the perfect time to see what was happening at the beach.
Mine was the only car at the deserted State Park Beach. Picnic tables were stacked on-end ready for warmer times.
The aquamarine waters of West Bay were dotted with waves and white caps. I was tempted to walk the beach with Gracie but decided against it as soon as I tried to open the car door against the force of the wind.
Over at Clinch Park, there were a few more people. I, along with another water-worshiper in the next car, watched the surf pound the breakwater.
A lone seagull was standing at the shoreline looking out. I wondered what it was doing since it didn’t appear to be an ideal place for fishing.
As the next wave brought in debris, I realized that the gull was picking through the surf to see what might be edible.
Not finding enough for a satisfactory meal, the gull took flight for deeper waters.
It landed farther out in the bay. I shivered at the thought of touching down in that cold water but hoped the gull found successful fishing.
The sight of the ice-cycles forming along the railing made me shiver again. It was time to head home and warm up by the fire.
Great captures of the beach on a frigid day in January, Karen. The icicles in the bottom photo really tell the tale! Brrrr!!!
ReplyDeleteBrrr is the right word to describe the day, Jan. Thanks!
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