We’d venture off to Tybee Island Beach which seemed like such a long ride through unending marshland. But also, lets’ be real— any car ride to a child is too long.
Anyways, it’s the place where we dig up five gallon buckets of sand dollars, where my sister first got bit by a crab and where I first developed a love for the ocean.
It’s calm but powerful beauty.
My sister and I would spend hours digging in the sand and being thrashed around by the strong waves.
To have photographs of this time would mean the world to me.
The family grew up going to the OBX and to their Grandma Vee’s beach house in Sandbridge, Virginia. Years had past and life had gotten busy for the family BUT finally they were all back on the East Coast at the beach they loved. AND, now they have their favorite beach recorded.
They’ll be able to flip through an album or pass a photo hanging in their hallway and be able to remember forever.
Have a look at the memories I was able to capture.