This was the first time that we went to Pitt Street Bridge without little Sophie (March 9, 2014). Shadows of a girl and her dog (I guess I'll be 91 years old and still refer to myself as "girl"- haha). The tide was low, allowing the willets to feed on the mud. I'm fascinated by how the waves roll in from opposite directions creating a basket weave pattern. Belle seemed a bit down- I don't know if it were the cool breeze hitting her face or she missed Sophie for she had tears rolling down her cheeks...
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