We built our fire pit using stone found around our land. The seats were made from a red oak that fell in the front of our property a week after we moved here. Looking into a fire is like looking at the ocean...always changing, always contemplative...always good.
The steps leading to the beach in Avon, North Carolina. The first dune line had been washed away by a Nor'easter in the winter. Mother nature always has the upper hand in carving the Outer Banks scenery.