Atalaya Castle.
A rare frame in color.
Goodbye South Carolina.
We had fun.
The ebb, the flow...
Low tide.
Murrells Inlet.
We ate at The Claw House.
Then walked out to the end of the fishing pier.
It was chilly.
Ollie was being a punk.
There was a guy with a Gulf of America cap on.
Pelicans flew.
Other birds sang.
Every now and again a fish would jump out of the water.
The sun shined.
The ebb.
The flow.
They stood alongside the sea...
They stood alongside the sea.
And the magic began.
