One day late in August, I awoke to a cool, dry day and immediately made plans to drive over to Scusset Beach, on the Cape Cod Bay side of Bourne, to do some shooting and beach combing. Scusset now holds a very special place in my heart because that's where my sweetie and I spent a magical afternoon, on his birthday back in March.
I timed my visit according to the tide table, so that I'd arrive as the sand bars were coming up.
Looking at the bluffs at Sagamore Beach
Fog horn and light at the end of the Canal break water.
Buoys just outside the Canal
High tide line. Didn't see much in the way of plastic bits, like I've seen all over the Pacific Northwest beaches.
A sand bar is born
There is always a very rocky barrier between the beach and the sand bar. You learn to pick your way very carefully through this somewhat painful minefield to get to the soft sand and warm water.
It was fun to splash around in the warm, shallow water. It's been years since I've done that.
Sea weed that looks like mermaid's hair.
Because I love my boyfriend and because I never got a chance to do this in high school.