These photos are straight out of the camera. They aren't photo genius but they make me silly happy. These beach strolls at dusk have to be on a particular night. It's all about the shades of blue for me, it has to be overcast like this, with light fading and white caps on the water shining extra bright.
One of the first nights of this new year was simply magic, it ticked all of my boxes. The girls, the dogs and I went for a walk along the beach and it might not have been so special to anyone else but these nights, I dream of these nights.
When I was little we would sometimes go to the beach at dusk and start a bonfire for the night with my grandparents. I remember these nights so clearly, being away from my parents, from home, exploring things on my own, reflecting on pencil cases or basketball shoes or whatever 8 year old girls dream of. These nights I would always imagine that I was older, that I was wearing a beautiful white flowing dress with flowers in my hair, that I was meeting my love and kissing him standing in ankle deep water. I could stare out to sea for what felt like hours.
Either this is profound and I should listen to my subconscious about my obvious dream elopement... or I watched too much days of my lives with my grandmother.
Whatever, even if it is because of day time soaps, I love nights like this. I can look at the ocean and imagine all sorts of wonderful things.
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