“Bank of Wild Grass”
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit
This is a high resolution shot I took last night just before sunset. That white dot is a man sitting with his dog in his lap. He did not stay long as it is against park rules to climb the dunes. You can see how old paths and new paths have worn the face of it. As with all beach areas, erosion is a constant, but, boy that dune grass is magnificent; golden in the setting sun. I’m sure it was the siren call that made him jump the fence.