Favorite Place, Seacrest

One of my favorite places to go and spend time is Seacrest, Florida. We have family friends who own a beach house that is around a 5 minute walk to the ocean. The part of the beach we go to is relatively secluded from the hordes of tourists like us who show up to the beach every year. Walking up, the first thing you notice is the dull roar of the waves crashing along the shoreline, next your nose begins to tingle with the faint smell of salt, and finally, going around the last corner of the walkway, you see the light, crystal blue of the ocean. The sand is powdery, white like fine china, with it almost being an exercise trying to walk push yourself it. Some of my favorite things to do here are swimming (obviously), throwing the frisbee/football around, and reading. Something about reading next to the ocean appeals to many. I'm not sure if it's the calming sound of the waves lulling you into the slowness of reading, if its the heat under the umbrella making everyone want to relax, or if it's some unseen rule that everyone abides by. Regardless, Seacrest Beach is one of my favorite places to go.

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Rosemary Beach (close to Seacrest) by Matt Honan
Source: Commons Wikipedia


(Image information: Personal photo taken from my iPhone on Seacrest Beach in Florida.
Photo from June 2019.)

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  1. Laura GibbsAugust 15, 2019 at 3:02 PM

    Oh, that photo is beautiful, Andrew: it's like a painting. And as you can guess, the ocean has inspired many folktales, myths, and legends over the millennia. Maybe you will want to do a project for this class that is somehow connected with the ocean and its stories. :-)

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  2. Laura GibbsAugust 15, 2019 at 3:21 PM

    Oh, I just saw you added another photo to practice with linking too. Great! Although I like yours better ha ha! Maybe you could contribute your picture to Wikipedia. In fact, I should write up an extra credit Tech Tip on how to do that... (you'll learn about all that later this week).

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