A Man named Pearl
12 hours ago




Recently on another trip to the beach to paint with the mercury dipping down into the low 40's, the wind was blowing at a gale force. Martin complained about how he left his jacket with the hoodie at home and kept eyeing my Carhart. I offered him my jacket as I headed off to the beach. Walking a series of dunes while carrying what seemed like 180 lbs of gear, I realized Martin was still hanging onto my Carhart. I shrugged him off and the negotiated a trade, my beanie for an old sable brush with 3 hairs, a must for painting vegetation. The deal sealed Martin headed back where the truck was parked on a bluff over looking the beach. Once again I continued on the path up and down the dunes being sand blasted as the wind gusted to a flash freezing 40 mph.
I did however get a great shot of Martin before he was carried away by a swarm.Notice the nice equipment, pretty umbrella and all the fancy gadgets to attach. I had a dead palm frond stuck down the back of my shirt hanging over my shoulder in an attempt to block some of the sun.
This for some reason was the most popular sand spot on the bay.