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Something to behold. Erosion, storms and hurricanes have ripped out, knocked down and left old oak and palmetto trees littered on the beach. A hauntingly beautiful monument to what once was, this fallen tree rests in the surf line, a signature silhouette against a sweeping tapestry of coastal clouds. As the tide ebbs, the slick, reflective sand mimics the fiery orange and soft amber tones of the fading light, mirroring the remnants of a vanished grove. They call this the Boneyard because all that is left are the limbs of the trees windblown and bleached. And with every major hurricane, it changes. Some day, they will all be gone.
Something to behold. Erosion, storms and hurricanes have ripped out, knocked down and left old oak and palmetto trees littered on the beach. A hauntingly beautiful monument to what once was, this fallen tree rests in the surf line, a signature silhouette against a sweeping tapestry of coastal clouds. As the tide ebbs, the slick, reflective sand mimics the fiery orange and soft amber tones of the fading light, mirroring the remnants of a vanished grove. They call this the Boneyard because all that is left are the limbs of the trees windblown and bleached. And with every major hurricane, it changes. Some day, they will all be gone.