The rusting paint and the location of this buoy tell a story. This buoy has ridden the waves of stormy seas. One wonders how the ocean waves tossed it so far up on the beach.
Oak and Palmetto
One’s eye is drawn toward the red buoy.
sanddollar and light
This is the other side of the tool shed. The old fan makes the picture.
While you were looking up in the trees for for birds, I was looking down in the grass for snakes.