And yet, we both have beaches on our doorsteps. Well, a 15-minute ride from our doorsteps, but for those of you in land-locked areas, that's pretty darn close, no?
I love my wild, New England beaches. So Byron-esque with their thrashing waves, sense of danger and cold, blue gaze.
Inhabited by the ghosts of summers past and those crazy seagulls, still hoping for a stray french fry or errant blue crab.
Well, maybe not all that oblivious. I look forward to summer, when the seawall is transformed into a balance beam for small, sandy feet.
One icy New England beach full of treasure. In nature, in art and in transcontinental friendships made possible by the Internet and Web logs and in the amazing happenstance that we can watch the surf roll in on the same day on opposite sides of the same country.
Thank you, Julie, for agreeing to share our beaches. Please go to the Land of Lost Luggage and see what a California beach looks like in December. Imagine, you can fly from Connecticut to California in less than a minute. Even Santa would be jealous.
Edit: Show us your beach! Click on the link to Julie in Luggage Land and send her your link to the photos of your own beach. Let's keep the cross-country tour going!