the beach at night

There's something magical about the beach - the softness of the sand, the rhythmic roar of the waves. And on a clear dark night with a full moon, the magic intensifies.

My grandmother had a house a half a block from the beach and hated sand - whenever we took a walk at night she's always ask if we went up to the beach. If the answer was yes, we'd have to take a shower outside before coming into the house - so the answer was always "no." This photo was taken in July, a few weeks after she passed away; but had it been any other summer it would have been on one of those walks when we "didn't go to the beach."