Beaching with my Babe.
... and we took a de-tour towards northern bypass instead of the same old beach, to see the ship wrecks. And we found Fido. Fido had lived her life and was ready to go down. So we designated ourselves as their captains forever.
The Sun was a little too harsh that day. It might not seem in the pictures, but we hardly could open our eyes.
Ruins are attractive. Ruins tell a story of being. Ruins have been.
Happy Shooting!
Happy Living!
Thank You for Visit-ing!
