Morning Bike Ride: Friday

I went to Smather's Beach again. The water was a warm as bath water. That's my feet in that super clear water. That's as far as I can go in with my camera. One day, I'll have to leave the camera home and go for a swim.

I am fascinated by the seaweed. It's pretty and there's tons of it. Although I am getting up too late to see it covering the beach, as the man with the rake is there before I am. Here is evidence of him:

I know he is not alone in his quest to rid the beaches of seaweed. But it's a romantic notion to think one man cleans the entire beach by himself. They say in Ocean City, MD (where I always vacationed as a child), the beach cleaning trucks haul away mostly cigarette butts, here it's seaweed. 

This is a part of the beach that hasn't been cleaned off. There's quite a difference.

And here is my homage to the one set of footprints poem:

Some pictures you just have to take! You'll notice that mine includes seaweed.