When I look at this photograph, I think of morning solitude, generous warmth and wet sand. If I was an egret, this would be my rock too. I would love to spend every morning here. Except, instead of fish I'd eat a farm fresh egg and a papaya picked from a near by tree for breakfast.
If I was an egret I'd be impossibly thin. Ha! And dressed in wispy white feathers. I'd prefer to keep my people feet though. Because there's more surface to feel the mushy sand beneath my toes. What a weird sight that would be. A graceful egret with human feet. The horror!
These two fishermen were having a grand time beating the relentless waves.
A forest of water fairy plants emerges at low tide.
I love the texture of this photo. And the subtle color.
A crab's eye view.
A solemn reminder of water safety.
Playa Dominical is one of the most dangerous beaches in Central America and was previously known as “Playa de Muerte” (Death Beach) due to the high drowning rate. The Dominical Lifeguards deal with 8-10 foot surf and rip currants that pull 300-400 meters of shore on a consistent basis. The ISLA Team is on a scouting mission” to see what type of training, resources, equipment the Costa Rican guards need. While their down there the volunteers will be noting the needs, watching the operations, sharing their knowledge, and donating equipment.
I enjoy the sand side of this beach. But if you are braving the surf, beware. And a prayer couldn't hurt.
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