Norman, These stones, so alike and yet each one different. All washed and rolled and smoothed by the same waves, yet each one a different color, shape, texture; each an individual with it's own story.
In a few years the driftwood will be gone, but the stones will remain, and then they too will pass. Like us, both the driftwood and the stones will be replaced and the cycle repeats.
You have captured a lovely record for all of us to enjoy.
Don
