BlogFest 2012 Day 10 - Picture Prompt

Posted by Claudia Moser on 12:39 PM in ,

Daphne challenged us with this picture and also with this text 'he photo is of a young boy, looking out at the ocean.... what are you inspired to write about? it can be a story, or some memory you might have.. or maybe he's thinking about becoming an oceanography? maybe there's a sadness, or is he happy?'

My first thoughts were linked with the fact that he has no shoes, he walked barefooted on the beach, and this gives me a hint that he is enjoying the sun, the sand, the water and the freedom. To be honest I would love to join him, what about you?



I haven't been to the beach in ages, lets go!

I was at the beach last weekend. There's something very special about a deserted beach too - so relaxing.

Dearest Claudia,
Oh, I reminisce that my father took us to the beach sometimes when little♬♬♬ Love the way color of the beach changes(*^_^*)
Sending you lots of love and hugs from Japan, xoxo Miyako*

I love the beach

I love the beach too and wish I could stand alongside him in the sand and watch the waves crash in and out.


I always love beach ...

@Jacqueline - yes please let us go
@Miss B - I agree, quite relaxing
@Miyako - how lucky to live close to a beach
@Adam - me too
@Kathy - nice
@Journey of Life - agree!

Wearing shoes to a beach is a sin!

yes, standing there on the ocean's shore... ideal! nice thoughts about what he might be feeling...

@Corinne - true, but he has none :)

@Danneromero - you should know best!

Ahh-- the sand between the toes--no better feeling in the world for your feet!! LOL :)

Cheers, Jenn.

@Jenn - agreed!

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