Lobster Beach, although I’ve never seen any lobster fishermen here. Parts of the beach are littered with black rock from ancient lava flows. This is where we come year after year. I don’t know how much longer we will return. We’re old and my balance on sand is insecure; I did not make it far down this land and seascape. But as long as my granddaughter wants to keep coming...
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Looks interesting in black and white.
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