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l arrived home late Friday in Amsterdam, and am posting here the first aerial shots I recall ever managing to take that actually show the Coxs Bazar beach from the air. The skies were wonderfully clear, my seat in the plane perfect aside from one fleck on the window (which you’ll only see in one or two of the gallery below, because I’ve mostly managed to crop the photos to eliminate it), so these are photos as the plane flew southward from this northernmost shot to the final views, at the bottom, as we banked east then north for the return to Dhaka on Tuesday last week. There’ll be more seashells and others to come before we run out of our stock, but these will help you imagine those tiny shells in their larger context :-). Oh, and the selfie is the first time I ever succumbed to the most-common trope for people landing in or departing from Cox: everyone takes a selfie. Most folks visiting Cox are tourists, mostly Bangladeshi honeymooners and families. So I’m smiling, because the weather was nice, the visit lovely, and I was finally doing that most stereotypical of Cox airport things, the selfie.
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Today’s walk – and this post – I’ve dedicated in my heart to Lyn Kimball, a family friend who first taught me and my brothers some of the arts of beach-combing during summer weeks in Maine many decades ago when we were boys. We received word this week that she’s passed, so I share these photos in loving memory and appreciation of the passion for exploration and enjoyment that she shared with us.
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(so much world, so little time....) 