Saturday, April 16, 2011

Week 27 Sand. As children my brother and I would love to stand close to the edge of a sandy stream edge such as this and jump back as the edge gave way. We lived by the sea and our playground was the beach. Streams were damned, diverted, bridges made with driftwood logs, and stepping stones. This particular stream is at Hahei. We played there too, 50 years ago.

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