I love the black and white stones. I suppose it has to do with my deprived childhood. All of my friends with small families had the 64-Box of Crayola crayons, while we could only afford the 6-Box, which by the time I got to use them consisted of only black, white and brown, the primary colors having been depleted by use. Since that age I have always been comfortable making do with what was available.
Since the first two weeks, the real November has shown up and wiped away my little circle sketches with waves that have swept over the rebuilt wall. And Monday there were tornadoes sighted in the area and some big lake storms. I have yet to see the effect on the beach. But I look forward to going down on Saturday to see what the waves have wrought.