Fabulous Sand Sculpture

As a beach lover, I can't help but be awed by what these sculptors are able to do with what I consider merely the perfect spot for a beach chair and a cold drink.

Not only do I love the sculpture, but I've never been to any of these beaches. That needs to change--and soon.


Image: JaseMan

Which one's your favorite? I love the pirate at South Padre Island and the dogs playing poker--really--in Spain. That would be perfect if they'd somehow gotten the black velvet background in it!

Enjoy your virtual weekend trip to the beach!

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