Beaches are like people to me in the sense that they all have uniqueness and their own moodiness.
This always hits me when I go to Woodstown Beach which is in East Co. Waterford and at the mouth of the Estuary where there is a big meeting of rivers and open sea.
Woodstown has soft, floury sand that craves to be run through fingers, tiny and not so tiny.
I love the delicate imprints in the photo above and suspect a bird passed through not long before me.
Woodstown doesn’t have the stones of the beaches on The Copper Coast but has a carpet of shells that crackle as you walk on them while wondering if it can ever be right to break such beauty with heavy soles.
Of course, every beach has her own relationship with the sun. Woodstown, being in the east, is the place to catch the sunrise and there have been some magic moments there as the dawn breaks. However, I’d have to say that one of my favourite shots that I’ve taken in Woodstown over the years is this one, taken on Winter’s day, as it speaks of the tranquillity of the place to me and the gentle, gentle waves.
I’d love to hear about the personality of a beach that has special meaning for you.