I love the sanderlings, they dash along the beach with their tiny legs a blur. I call them Susie birds because they remind me of a dear friend who we lost many years ago. When they are in flight the flock moves as a wave in the air, just above the surf, with their wings glittering in the sunlight. They are hard to photograph because they are so FAST.
So I wait for them to preen and spend time with themselves.
Only then can I begin to capture their tenderness.
We walked in the Catalina foothills one very cold early morning. Desert dry with hands jammed into our jacket pockets for warmth, we were face and heart invigorated.
Now I'm home where my early morning walk is filled with sand of a different sort.