After a long car trip covering a lot of ground from California to Maine and back again, my husband graciously lingered along the Oregon coast so his beach-crazy wife could re-connect with the Pacific.
I never get tired of watching the waves. When I was a kid, I was the child most likely to be the last one back in the car after a day at the beach, always dragging my feet when it came time to leave.
I haven’t changed a bit. Just one more shot!
How often does a sandpiper stand still long enough to have its photo captured? I don’t know, but this one didn’t appear to be in a hurry. It was strolling along this Oregon beach as we paused on our way back to California.
When paths cross, time is always a factor. This looks like a pretty busy interchange on an open stretch of sand.