View from the sand up: Rooted rock and boundless sky
I never get tired of the shore. Around these parts, we go "down the shore," as in "We went down the shore last weekend." Once we get there, we go to the beach. I understand that in other parts of the country, people go "to the beach" (when they really mean they're going down the shore). Go figure. However you get there, there's nothing quite like reaching the edge of land and taking in the enormity of the sea. I took the photo above on a recent trip to Ocean City, N.J., one of our favorite shore towns. During low tide, the stone jetty offered me a different perspective. Just beyond, the ocean continued its eternal dance. And these lucky boulders have front-row seats.
It's 91 degrees in May.
Time to break out the flowy, silky stuff.
I found these pants on a recent mother-daughter shopping trip to Rice's Market in Bucks County.
While I am trying to reduce the "stuff" in my life, I also know this is true:
Cathy Slobodzian Kress lives, writes and looks for momentary joys in a little suburb of Philadelphia -- and beyond.
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