I thought this might be a fishing weir, but I’m not sure enough. Maybe someone will tell me.
After taking the photograph I posted the other day, on that same evening at the shore, I started back up the beach and saw my dear husband, Steven sitting on the bench, waiting patiently for me. He was silhouetted against the sky with the setting sun behind him. I hadn't even realized that this would be the theme for this week as I have been rather out of things. But it fits for my submission.