literal breath of fresh air

I was feeling a bit antsy today. Also down and tired. But I also felt like I needed a breath of fresh air. So I decided to go literal by braving the cold and gray, bundling up and heading to a favourite beach.
​Besides I was in need of some rocks for a new project.

At the last minute, I decided to bring my camera.
Paired with an old zoom lens I never use because it's not very sharp, although I appreciate the feel of the images it helps to create, I knew it may or may not make it out of my bag.
​But I brought it.

​When I'm in working mode, there's an agenda, so going out without one is like staring at one of those paintings where once you rest your gaze, you see what's hidden, and maybe obvious to others. 

The wasp nest.

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​The faces. 

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There were times I felt I had been transported somewhere very far north (or south)...

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... or felt moody and dark.

There were times of remembrance,

and watching the water come in and cover the green rock,

and being captivated by the birds.

And I didn't forget my rocks.