2019 — Thursday

The Cayucos beach is wild, natural not manicured, not pristine so the shore always contains a sprinkling, if not a solid carpet, of vegetation that grows in the sea.

This photo contains some sort of sea thingy that had washed onto the shore and was carried further by the high tide. I wish I could name it, but I can’t. The ocean is a wild and mysterious place.

This photo also reveals the fog, but by afternoon the moisture was gone. I did not get to enjoy the sun because I was indoors working on school prep. I walk back into the classroom on Tuesday, August 27.

From California’s Central Coast
in Cayucos,
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol