I finally offloaded the rest of my pics from the camera, and I discovered a few leftovers from Florida.
On my last morning in Florida, Pops and I went for a walk along the beach. Mom and Pops had been at the beach for over a week, and his feet hadn't touched the sand yet! It was nice to get out there and walk with him, just the two of us, hanging out. I miss that when I am so far away.
It was a rough surf day, and the waves were going crazy. Thankfully there was lists of soft sand to protect my dad's delicate feet. :)
I miss Dad. And Mom. And LL. And Florida.
le sigh ...
|For all the complaining that Pops does about Mom's shell-scavenging,|
I now have photographic evidence that Pops does the same.
|So beautiful ...|
|The dawn catching the breaking waves.|
See you next year!