On day three, we took the ferry to Manly Beach.
Jeff once asked me why I always take photos of my feet.
I couldn't come up with an answer.
I think I like to look back and see where my feet have trod.
That's what sounds good to me anyway.
The low clouds were rolling through quick. Every so often, the blue sky would break through and the sun would beam down on the water causing it to glow crystal blue and green. And then, the breeze would pick back up and the clouds were sent dancing across the sky, covering the sun and causing the water to change back into it's sleepy grey.
After our walk on the beach, we put our shoes back on and hiked up the rocky coastline.
As we climbed around, the sun would peek out and we would catch our breath on a view like this:or this:
Per the Australian code of shell collecting, I'm saying in my mind "If it's a cone, leave it alone" because of the fatal stinging cone shells. I saw one, and it was gorgeous, but I passed it by.
I was trying to pick up these little shells that were stuck on all of the rocks...There was still a little animal living inside so I didn't bring it home--
I just filled my pockets with all the pretty purple shell fragments and polished rocks and left 3 pounds heavier than when I came. My pockets rattled all the way back to the ferry.
I like to collect things. I still have bits of Manly Beach at the bottom of my purse, in my wallet, and my suitcase.