Almighty Stonemason, I called God as my eyes were blessed with views of variously crafted beautiful stones, myriads of stones that lined the beach. They came in different hues, shapes and sizes, each one so intricately designed by the architect who gave us Planet Earth. And immediately above – surreal- the stone bed pools that would fill up as the tide rolled in. I lived in the moment, just drinking it in and let time roll. And still I drink- the memory of scenes more numerous, more intense than these photos could capture; the memory of sensations that technology does not capture. BEAUTY!