At the Edge of the Sea—Mystery

I see many of you beachcombing our shore as I sit, camera in hand. Most of you are looking for shells or sea-smoothed stones at the surf's edge.

That’s cool if that’s what you’re hunting. But I’ve learned that if you’re looking for some coins, gold, or gems, look further up the beach.

You can’t go wrong beachcombing, whether with a metal detector or shuffling your bare feet across the sand. You’re in nature. The sun is warm, the sand soft, the crash of waves, the call of gulls—music.

In my treks on our shore, I’m looking for photo ops but also for you and your stories, many of which reveal mysteries. Who doesn't love—a mystery?

I have a few stories here that bring about more questions than answers.

Please see At the Edge of the Sea—Mystery.

Be well,
Leebythesea