Unusual Mortality

I WAS staying with friends who live on the beach. I woke up early that morning, excited to get the day going. I was shooting a beautiful property that day. The sun had just risen.

I walked over to look out the rather large picturesque window to get a good look at the ocean. It was an overcast morning, as mornings on the beach usually are. As my eyes scanned the horizon, I noticed a small grey blurb on the beach. Surely that wasn’t what I thought it was. I grabbed my camera and very carefully walked down to the shoreline.

Indeed, it was. No doubt a victim of a run-in with a boat, this sweet animal was alone on the beach. Both tragic and beautiful.

As I sat with him (or her) I mourned the loss of such a gentle beautiful creature and marveled at the powerful forces of nature that ebb and flow just like the waves behind him.