I was walking down the beach one afternoon on the month of December 2009. As I walked, I remember the times when I was still so little that my mom would take me on this beach early morning to race with her or run towards her trying to catch her with all my might.
Just sitting on the beach, watching as the waves rushes to the shore, feeling the cool breeze caressing your face, and knowing that you're the only one around brings you the feeling of 'serenity'. What a nice feeling. :)
As I was walking barefooted, feeling the sand on my feet, I saw few stuff drifted into the shore. I so wonder where these things came from. Maybe from a boat that sinked, from the nearby houses, from the people who used the beach, or from somewhere else. Nobody knows.
I just love our town's beach. Less rocks that can hurt your feet, pure fine sand, plenty of fishes, and clear water. Nothing beats your own. :)
Unknown I love our beach too. I'd spent a good chunk of my childhood and youth on this beach. I particularly relished the after-school swims in December, when incessant breeze from the Pacific caused swelling water to foam. With our inflated tire tubes, we would swim seaward hoping for a mocha-coloured wave to drive us back to the shore, littered with coralline and benign mountain debris.
A glimpse at the first three photos is nostalgic. The other three are ominous. I have always been thinking of initiating a community initiative to conserve our beach and the rivers.
And, I'm glad somebody is already doing it, though not as aggressively as I thought it should be.
Keep up the good work!
Madz Blanco