South Florida oceans are different than southern California oceans. Like, way different. Sometimes I feel like I’m staring at the end of the world when I stand in places like this one. And truthfully, there are times when it doesn’t even feel like the beach to me because 1. it’s far too warm and 2. there are no waves. South Florida locals, where did you put your waves?? It’s so quiet on your beaches.
However, to keep from sounding like a snobby Californian, I will say that your water is far prettier and tropical-ier than my native waters. Nice word huh?? 😉 It is one of my favorite things about tropical south Florida. Also, tropical is just a code word for no fall…. I digress. So as I was saying, I am beginning to have favorite beaches here. Jupiter Island on a really calm, flat day, Palm Beach Island when you just want to enjoy the sun, and when you really, really need tropical blue water, heading down to south beach in Miami usually does the trick. Just beware of the traffic and the amount of people. Although, it just reminds me of a summer day at Huntington Beach. Don’t I sound like a local?! Probably not…
Well, this little beach front of goodness is on Hutchinson Island and apparently is called “Stuart Rocks.” I had a sweet bride tell me that other day while we were chatting about her wedding and I’m quite excited when I can pick up tidbits that like because it makes it sound like I know where I am. Just to clarify, I don’t, but let’s pretend for a second I do.
I like this beach, especially, because it has rocks. Not hills or cliffs, just rocks… but still. I like these rocks.
There are a couple of things I need to point out as you look through these images.
One, I love, love, love this family. These guys are those there for us no matter what, ‘south Florida family’ kinda people. Doing family portraits with them almost always includes dinner afterwards and where one of the children nearly gets thrown in the ocean for a smart aleck comment and I laugh so hard my sides hurt.
Two, those rocks are super sharp. I made them climb over them and all the way out to the edge and then sit there forever while I waited for the wave I wanted to come in… they worked for those images. Appreciate them. I worked for them too, because they were yelling at me from the rocks the whole time and I was kind of ignoring them (pretending I couldn’t hear them, “what? these WAVES are so loud…”) waiting for my shot…
Hope you’re on a beach somewhere today, cause after all, it’s not like we’re in boots and scarves over here. 😉