Fuss' fearlessness has mostly kept us away from the seaside- in his younger days his immediate reaction was to charge the surf, not a relaxing environment for anyone.
Today he was still eager and overconfident, but with Dada riding shotgun was able to weather the surf with only a few unexpected spills. Which were welcome, as the laws of nature provide the only advice he deigns to heed.
He got hold of the camera this morning and most of today's shots were corrupted by lens schmutz, but I managed to salvage a couple.
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Lovin the tie dye pants.
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