The shoreline of Lorenzons Bay is laden with shells of purple hue and rustic brown, so lifeless yet so colorful remain the memories. A man listening to Persian music on his balcony looked below at the sea where his grandchildren left footprints in the sand, like an orchestral moonlight left it’s thoughts upon an ocean’s face.
July 16, 2009 at 6:21 am
mmmm those look pretty, delicious and painful at the same time.
July 25, 2009 at 4:19 am
haven’t updated in awhile dakota..
bytheway i’m back to blogging haha. its been awhile
August 18, 2009 at 2:37 am
This photos of the shells is really beautiful, and I love the way you’ve described the scene.