Same old, same old

It was like yesterday (only left a lot earlier) and the sea was nice. A bit calmer than the previous days - There was lots of crab activity that halted soon as I peeped my head over the rim of the stairs to have a closer look. S., the waterhoser-man, was there and the same waiter at Aroma at the Beach from whom I usually order my coffee-to-go - The same fishermen and the same people over at the work-out place on the beach. I am welcomed like an 'old acquaintance' now, which is pretty neat. I ventured down the (3) stairs to pick some (very fast growing) sea-weed from the mezah. It is sleek, soft, delicate and falls apart into very thin threads if rubbed between the fingers. It is such a miracle that a weed (which is sort-of like a plant actually) can start growing just like that on rocks. Nature is totally beautiful.


I understand more and more what the sea is trying to tell me.

The photo is of a flower I took on route to the sea to try out some settings of the camera.