Gifts from Nature

I spent a couple days in the small seaside town of Sequim this week, visiting friends. Taking advantage of a break in the turbulent near-spring weather, we walked along the narrow 5-mile-long arc of sand known as Dungeness Spit. I kept stopping, despite the dull gray overcast, to take photos. Which meant I was constantly playing catch-up with my friends. They were the talking tortoises, I suppose, and I the photographer hare. We all finished the walk at the same time; perhaps the real winners were some photos I got of various bits of driftwood, rocks, and other beach flotsam.