Beach Day
These images are consistent with my memory of a long day at a favorite beach. An early morning arrival was necessary to secure a spot where the beach was at its widest at low tide and the crowd was minimal even on the best of days due to slim parking options.
It didn't matter if the beach was seven miles long, many preferred to saddle up within three feet of the strangers beside them. I preferred the ambience of distant hollers muted by the sound of crashing waves although the black horseflies always managed to find me and leave their mark. If you have summered in Maine, you know what I mean.