Every summer Miles and I love going to the beach at low tide. This summer has been hot and bright. The day I took these photographs, Miles was squinting quite a bit. I should have taken that as a hint, because the next day I was sunburnt. When the tide pulls away across the inlet enough for us to traipse across the shallow water and sand, hours pass like being in a dream. It is just me and my buddy melting into the warm, glowing blue expanse. The city hovers in the background to remind me that real life is out there, but in those hours, is just a colourful decoration.
Miles always enters the water with the sole aspiration that he can keep his beard dry. This never happens, and his ritual of shaking the second his beard begins to get wet only seems to finish the job of throughly wetting it! It is a summer ritual.
Miles takes such great pleasure in being around so many new dogs and people. Often everyone is too busy to actually say “hi” to each other, but you can see the happiness Miles feels just orbiting around all of these new friends.
As our time at the beach came to a close, a bald eagle stopped to collect his freshly caught crab before he headed into the nearby woods. Miles was off doing zoomies in the sand behind me, so I was able to get close for some pictures.