The first Saturday in June dawned without the cold winds so I headed for the beach. In my April 25th post I showed the way to the beach blocked by the artificial dune which the borough created after Sandy; now there’s a path.
On the left is the little entrance deck which used to lead from the street behind you to the beach. But, the image is from two years ago, and on the right is the new approach. The deck is still there under the sand.
The deck is still bounded by the Rugosa Roses which are at their peak of bloom in the spring.
and the Dolphin tiki survived the storm.
Once over the dune and onto the beach the desert analogy continues, the shadows of the mini-dunes being created by the early morning low light. This is the view I see when I take my summer naps down here. No, I didn’t capture this by dropping my camera onto the sand but I was tempted; it’s tougher getting up from these shots than it used to be.
The tidal pools drew both the gull and me.
Later I drove through Holgate to the restored parking area at the entrance to the Forsythe Refuge. Driving past the homes on the boulevard is still a sad, sobering experience. Seen from the entrance to Forsythe a 10-15 knot wind from the southwest was pushing waves onto the beach. We frequently impute a personality to the sea depending on its mood (and ours) . Looking at these waves and thinking about the destruction through which I had driven I think the sea was saying “Don’t mess with me.”