My Dad doesn't like to visit in the winter time. His bones are cold and this parcel of land we call home is a wild stretch. Beautiful though, beyond words.
The winters are cold and windy. Our little house shakes and breathes all on its own. Sometimes, the wind shakes the ocean.
Gorgeous. Rugged. Wild. Great pics. *s*
ReplyDeleteWinter and I don't get along, but a winter beach and I...it's a love affair.
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