Empty path, windy day,
Grey skies at Gray’s Beach, water
No crabs were hurt during this photo journey; found crab claws.
Summer’s end, crab on
empty Gray’s Beach, hiding from
fisherman and bird.
Bear with me, I decided (finally!) to create some prose to accompany the photographs and live up to the theme of this blog. Forgive any mediocrity and lack of haiku awareness, training.
sliced plum, torn peach, late
sun; hurried wife wiping hands,
wet bowls, white and glass.