Squirt was begging to go down to the “deep” today (Thank you, Backyardigans.) otherwise known as a beach to the rest of us, where she spent the afternoon exploring near the water, collecting treasures (oyster shells) and occasionally flinging wet sand up over her head and down on herself….and sometimes on her paparazzi as well. Since we are rather landlocked in Columbus and because she was terrified of the water last time we visited my grandparents, she has never really experienced the beach before and she just had a blast. It is still too cold to really do it properly, bare feet splashing in the surf, but nonetheless, she was entranced. Just a few snaps from our sandy adventure.




Just a sidenote….on this point on which my grandparents live used to be a tiny fishing village. The structures are no longer there, it has been gone for quite awhile, although some fisherman still dock their boats here at a dock some of the current locals have built (even though that number has taken a significant hit as of late with the Chesapeake crab, etc. population decreasing). It’s a little sad to think about the life of places, how a place that used to be a thriving, little community is now no longer there and all that remains is a memory passed on by the locals who still remember it. It makes me wonder how life used to be here, what it looked like, the sounds, even what it smelled like. Walking down the beach, the ruins of the oyster shack are still there. Piles of barnacled brick surrounded by mountains of empty iridescent oyster shells. Just a little reminder, a little teaser to fuel my interest and imagination, of things that used be.

Thanks for looking!
Dani