As humans, we leave endless traces of our existence behind. From the fleeting footprints on the beach, our shoes resting on the beach without feet in them, to the buildings holding our belongings, everything is a reminder of us "being here".

Spending a relaxed and lazy weekend at the beach, I took some photographs of the people and their things. From random pairs of shoes, to animals having the time of their life, I saw some beautiful reminders of human existence.

Please enjoy these photographs as they are basically a snapshot of life through my eyes. People kicking balls, people holding each other, people holding their shoes, buildings being buildings... the endless reminder of humanity can continue on and on and on...

We are humans, and we are obsessed with leaving traces. The beach becomes a central point where this unfolds.

Small things become poetry. The lonely umbrella, the straight lines on the building. Anything and everything becomes poetic and artistic.

So please enjoy life through my camera lens.

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The fleeting moment in which he walked past me, captured through pure luck. Shoes in hand, a smile on his face, the moment the wind blew over his face, flicking her hair into his face. Point and shoot. The trigger pulled, the photograph eternalises the moment that will never be again. His shoes, the sun, a poetic moment captured by pure chance.

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Without feet holding them down, the shoes become a mere reminder that we have walked here. In these shoes, people have seen the world. They walked the world.

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Row upon row. House upon house. Memories, so fleeting, cling to the walls. If only they could speak, what stories would they try to tell us?

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Umbrella houses, fleeting moments. One moment shade, the next they are put away for another weekend. How many memories have been created with sticky sunscreen sand, clinging to our skin, the smell of vacation, and our mother's screams "Do not burn!" or "Do not go in too deep!"

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Do they know that their fleeting moment will never be again? Do they know that the touch of another can so quickly vanish? Do they know that their existence is merely a shadow on an ever-changing beach?

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They sit on a ledge and smoke cigarettes. They think back to their youth, even though they still dress like they are teenagers. They think back to the carefree days, when wine was cheap and life was slower. Now, they smoke their cigarettes, only to realise that time is running out, and their youthful ignorance is replaced by a dread, anxiety, and fear of growing old.

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Jumping into life, with the water crashing down next to us. The wind will carry our souls, as we drown in our sorrow.

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Our animals cannot sense the fear in our breath. We hide it behind the alcohol, the misfortune of thinking about our demise, the fake smile on our faces. We hide behind self-made narratives to soothe our broken souls, we smoke cigarettes and get high just to not contemplate what the future might hold.

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Postscriptum, or A Reminder that we are Human

The relaxed weekend came to a halt as Monday crept closer. A lazy day at the beach resulted in a couple of photographs that reminded me of our human existence. The smoking of cigarettes, walking of dogs, kicking out or shoes to feel the sand between our toes, we are after all human.

I hope that you enjoyed this series of photographs of a lazy day at the beach.

For now, happy photographing and keep well.

All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Tamron 300mm zoom lens. The musings and writings are also my own.