Sand makes for soft curvatures.
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Close-ups of the dunes show

sand topped by glistening pebbles,

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hopeful baby cottonwoods,

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and sliding sand exposing tree roots.

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Another long-distance view shows dune rhythms.

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This is were we chose to put down our roots. And yet, this summer, there have been only three hikes into the dunes. In contrast to last year, when I roamed often here and at other sites, collecting tons of dune images. What happened?

Visitors? My mother, 90 yr old, likes to sit at the beach under a shady tree, watching the waves. Likewise, my grandson, a toddler, likes playing at the beach and my friends like beach walks. But still, there was plenty of free time where I could have been roaming in solitude.

Perhaps, I felt more domestic this year, staying closer to the house, except for a couple of solitary mornings shooting rocks? Perhaps, I let my day job intrude, spending too much time at the computer?

Or, more interesting and hopeful, perhaps I am incubating who I am artwise?

Do you have periods during which you seemingly do not do much but that, in retrospect, proved to be fertile?