Every year, my girlfriends and I spend the weekend after Labor Day at the beach. It is a tradition that began during our college days, and continues to be a time we all look forward to. At the same time, it marks the end of my favorite season. I try to make the most of it, capturing the gorgeous weather in pictures, knowing that it will be several very LONG months before I will be lying on the beach, feeling the warmth of the sun on my back...
As is my own personal tradition, I walked along t he beach at sunrise each morning, enjoying the solitude - only the sound of the seagulls and crashing waves to keep me company.
Despite the visit of Hanna (I think she was down-graded to a tropical storm by the time she hit us), both mornings were tranquil and beautiful!
Even the gulls did not seem to be preparing for the crazy storm that blew in hours later.
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