Sometimes I go to my favourite beach even in winter when it's cold. It's still a beautiful place and a place that recharges the soul. I arrived there just on dusk, in the 'blue hour' after the sun goes down. There were a few surfers, a few beach walkers, one brave swimmer... and a couple of tourists with serious cameras. I didn't expect that. They usually turn up in high summer, in the middle of the day, spilling out of the coastal trail mini bus. I was engrossed in taking photos of the seagulls and the surf and then there they were, next to me. I don't know why I expected to be the only one on the beach at nightfall with a camera.. Anyway I hope you like my blue hour photos and shiny seagull reflections.
It grew too dark to take any more, I hopped in my car and headed home.
Have a good weekend,
I'm linking to James's Weekend Reflections