Sharks don't inspire pity, as a rule, but this little sand shark, washed up on the beach and partly eaten has a very, very sad look on his face. I can imagine him as a wailing ghost haunting the seashore at midnight. It was a bad day for these little harmless fishies, there were two of them on today's walk.
On the other hand, my short drive to the beach has been glorious for a week or so since it's rhododendrun time here. This is just one home set behind it's riot of rhodies.
ME, DAISY AND MY 2004 TOYOTA - Above photo: Dr Hargrave resided in Michigan during the 1900s and attended to many of his patients by riding many miles in his horse and buggy to their h...
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