One thing I noticed about the gulf coast beaches at Marco Island, FL, were they had a high concentration of broken/crushed sea shells among the sand. There were spots were it was all sea shells bits. Walking barefooted in these areas was not pleasant and felt like you feet were suffering a thousand tiny cuts.
This photo was made shooting over the side of one of our lounge chairs on the beach in front of our hotel — this is the stuff you had to walk on to get to the chairs.
The Atlantic coast beaches I’m more familiar with are mostly sand, less shell.
Of note, today is my son’s twenty-ninth birthday — happy birthday, Aaron! It doesn’t seem possible he’s almost thirty. He must be aging much quicker than I am? ;-)
A fine shot from the chair. I can see that walking on this would be a distinct problem. Happy Birthday to you son too.
don, in some areas, walking became a matter of watching the ground and carefully placing each foot. Thanks!
As much as I like shells for incorporating into photographs, I have to agree with you on the comfort factor of walking the beach!
Mark, yeah, I was left jumping between smooth sandy spots on the beach — not a pretty or dignified sight I’m sure! :-)
Earl I don’t think I’ve been barefoot since I was a little kid, and now I remember why.
Happy B’day to your son. I get a yr older on my sons B’day every year instead of on mine, especially the ones that happened after his 30th.
Ray, after a couple of experiences with this shell/sand mixture I quickly found my sandals and they became common beach footwear — I’m a tenderfoot.