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The fall season here is often welcomed by tropical storms/hurricanes. This year is no different. There’s a shift in the way the calm beach interacts with us. The blowing sand looks so cool, but it feels like needles on our legs. It’s almost as if the beach is warning us to go away.
What an amazing show. I wonder if this place is gonna miss me as much as I will miss it. This will always feel like home.
Back at the ocean for Thanksgiving.
The other side of autumn here. I love the changing seasons, but the beach stays the same. In a good way of course.
A White Winter Hymnal kind of day.
Last night. A thick fog fell onto the beach and the surrounding areas. I was getting phone calls telling me I needed to get out to the beach asap to see it. They know I loved fog. Even though I had JUST gotten home from work and changed into my pjs - I threw on a jacket and crocks and drove over to the beach anyways.
Truthfully, I had to drive home through this thick fog, and I was doing everything in my power to ignore it. Isn’t that sad? Something I use to love is something that takes me to a rough place mentally.
Fog can be so picturesque and beautifully eerie in settings like this, but when you have to constantly live IN it, it takes the fun out of it for sure. Now when I see fog, it reminds me of mornings in Greenville. Riding to work. Having panic attacks every single morning. Riding through thick fog and rain almost daily. You think PNW is the only place with perpetual rain and fog? I did too. But apparently them saying the Jocassee region is technically a temperate rain forest - they were right.
At a glance, this is beautiful:
This was pretty much 80% of my days there. Gray winter and fog. But take that fog and place it over interstates, retail and industrial hell. Heavy traffic just to go to the grocery store. Parking lots. Walmart. That fog eventually made me feel like I was in hell. I didn’t take pictures of it when it wasn’t pretty. You get the idea.
Fog doesn’t belong on the beach. The reason I use to be so enamored by it is because it was something that NEVER happened here. But the rare occurrence happened last night. And boy am I dealing with combating some terrible memories today.
It still looked really cool tho.
Do you love the color of the sky?
My afternoon walks out my back door and over to the pier are more fun this time of year. I sure did miss this place. There’s a stage and a bar on the end of the pier over the ocean, and it’s always full of people from all over the place. During the summer they have live music every night. I use to not appreciate this little piece of my world before my move. I use to go over and listen to the bands and not think anything of it. Since I got back, I was excited for this time to come back around so I could hang out up here again.
Well… I’m retiring after this one fellas. It was a good run. I’m not topping this.
Moon rises over the ocean tend to sneak up on you. I’ve never planned to go watch one, but I always happen upon it. In a way, it finds me when I need it.
There’s an ocean behind all that fog.
Birds eye view. Watching fiddler crabs or minnows.
A live oak and a coastal marsh. A most familiar scene along the southern coast.
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