Went to Cow Bay Beach today with my sister-in-law, Janet, who is visiting from Ontario.
Janet's plane had landed, and the rainy skies had promptly cleared.
A few short hours later we were strolling along the rocky beach at Cow Bay, watching the surfers who were trying to catch the fleeting waves,
The winds dropped. The sun warmed the rocks. We poked along picking up and comparing smooth rocks and unusual shells.
I found the broken bottom of a bottle, amongst the round beach rocks, and
couldn't resist holding it up in front of my camera's lens.
These images are the result.