Alberto almost swept me off my feet...
Tropical storm, Alberto, is wreaking havoc over Memorial Day weekend even on the east coast. We rented a house via Airbnb and saw no reason to cancel. After all, a bad day on the coast is better than no coast at all.
The rain comes and goes. We don't know when it will come or how long before it goes.
It's our last day on the coast.
I ask, "Who wants to head down to The Sands?" We head out hoping to catch a break in the weather.
Tucked underneath the pavilion on the boardwalk are diehard fishermen and a couple of women and children. They are the only other bravehearts facing the approaching storm. No one in my party cares to venture any farther.
I'm in it alone.
Determined to greet the sea before we journey home, I hope to make it down to the observation tower and back before the edge of the storm hits.
Chances are slim.
The seagulls cheer me on. (In retrospect, they were probably laughing.) The wind kicks up. I feel the force against my umbrella, which I hold like a shield in front of me as I fight my way back.
The seagulls vanish.
The wind almost sweeps me off my feet, but it doesn't beat me.
One last crazy thought--I need a picture of this. Orientation, composition, framing, and light are not well executed yet this will be one of my personal favorite pics of a day when I braved conditions the majority would not. The Old Woman and the Sea--I feel invigorated, refreshed, empowered.
Back at the cottage, "Manolin" gives me a cup of coffee. I gladly accept and sink back into the warm, soft sofa. Today is all the adventure this woman needs on a blustery, coastal day.
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