what’s our assignment today?
whenever we go to the beach my boys–steve my husband and joseph my son–invariably ask “what’s our assignment today?”. sometimes it’s beach glass, or gray elondated rocks, or terra cotta colored shells, or only perfectly round rocks. last night, it was “ochre-colored rocks tumbled perfectly smooth.” as always, the job got taken very seriously. there were also some fishing rods set in the sand that were taken somewhat less seriously.
beach stones from sète, france