It was a cloudy day on the beach the last time Mike and I went for a walk there--at least when we first got there.
Things change day to day, minute to minute. The tides or a strong storm can carve a whole new face on the beach. Some days treasures are littering the sand. Another day there is just sand. We see a lot more people, especially families with children visiting grandparents, at this time of year...but not today--too early, too cloudy.
There were plenty of pelicans out fishing. Mike wanted a picture of them, but he always insists on the panoramic view. The smudges are pelicans, trust me on that.
I tried to introduce him to the concept of changing the lens and zooming in, but some are just naturally more resistant to change than others.
Then the tree fell over. Sand has been washing over it. Some of the branches stick out, but it no longer looks like a tree. It looks like a dead bush, maybe. Still, nearly everyone refers to the the "dead tree." I am sure it is confusing to newcomers who do not know the history.
It seems that every year there is an effort by some group or another to have this particular section of the beach--by the dead tree--declared a clothing optional beach. Unless you really consider those bits of spandex thong things clothing, I would say it already is clothing optional, but it is a change that the city council resists making official.
On the whole, that particular resistance is probably a good thing. This is not where the beautiful people and the spring breakers hole up. I once heard someone say that people in Florida and other warm climates are in much better shape than the rest of the country because their clothing is more revealing because of the weather and so they make more of an effort to stay in shape. And maybe that is so, but they are also more exposed to the ravaging effects of the sun. Not all change is for the better.