Shapes

Took an amble today in the opposite direction from the creek and the cove. The beach is divided from the road by a wide strip of bushland, and I admired the magnificent trees which survive and thrive against the gale force winds from the sea. I loved the shapes and contours of the wizened and knarled old trunks branches, and on looking up, spied a bird preening it's feathers. I've no idea of the breed?  At the far end of the road, I took the path onto the beach and walked alone for an hour or more.... I felt like Mrs Crusoe on a desert island, it was beautiful!. See extra.
Not sure if the "shapes" will count for Abstract Thursday or not!