Blankenberge en detail

Today memories struck me. I got struck by images, by fragments of hapiness and joy. Our memory doesn't hold continuous, fluid souvenirs, but what persists in our brain is the mere fragment. And this is what I want to enhance, with vivid portions of color. I raise the glass to the moments spent there, the Belgian sea side: Blankenberge, a hurtingly beatiful city as I recall it, even through some bare cold shy sun rays.

Sofia dreaming as the morning grew into noon during our train trip:

Perceiving the perspective[s] of our empty train:
Blur view:
More blur [upon Sofia]:
A tiny sea bird resting still:
View from the peer - the crane:
Sea frame:
The peer:

Intermingling sand and sea:

Pieces of sand and buildings:

A closer look at the rusty sand:
Some rare straws:
Light into the sea:

As evening fell upon us:
And it grew even darker while walking into the sea:

The mist lay upon the view:

And the final sunset: