This picture doesn't do this woman justice, unfortunately, but none of the pictures I got from the front turned out. I wanted to get her digging. She was walking up and down the beach, not missing a square foot, waving her wand around and every so often she'd stop, do a little digging with her combination shovel, basket and sifter, alternate with a little wand waving to hone in on the right spot, and maybe find something to pluck out and put in her hip pouch. Then she'd wave around the hole she made a little more to be sure there was nothing else hidden in the spot and, once satisfied, push and pull the sand back into the hole until the beach was covered in strange lumpy disturbances on an otherwise silk smooth surface. It was really her dead on focus that fascinated and impressed me. There was no one and nothing else on the beach for her. I admit I was envious of her disregard of anything but her treasure hunt. That is a degree of focus I'm not able to achieve.
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