Local beaches

Summer has gone and autumn is slowly drawing in.  The nights are slightly cooler, the days also.

 

This was probably the first summer in many years I haven't spent time with my camera searching for fresh photos.  This summer all my beach time has been people focused, either with my g-daughter who was visiting from Brasil or my siblings from Australia and England.  I did not take my camera to the beach even once.

I realized, around the time of my birthday in late January, that it's time to get serious about writing my story of my childhood.  So I've done my best to patch together the dozens of short stories I have written and tried to put them into some semblance of order.  I've sent the manuscript to my brother in England to edit for me and that has been returned with much appreciated comments and suggestions.

 

My two oldest relatives have, within a week of each other, shuffled off this mortal coil and left me feeling quite desolate.  It's no good my brain telling me not to be silly, it was to be expected at their age (96 and 103 respectively), I feel sad.

I fought the urge to retreat into a protective shell of silence.  I lost the fight and resorted to my usual coping strategy, my habit is to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself.   I needed to sit by myself in a beautiful place and try not to think, just "feel".  I had to wait a few days until the weather had cleared but now after just one half day of blue skies I can appreciate the beauty of my world and the beauty those two aunts brought to my life.