Washed ashore. Skeletons. Castoffs. Relics. Shells Of former selves.
Of the seaweed sort… The tide was really low… Each individual wavy line of weed marks the landmost extension of an individual wave.
A trio of terns. Headed for shore. Arrived
This afternoon I noticed a cute little freshly-emerged mushroom. One of the nifty things about this is how the rising fungus pushed away a big chunk of moss in the […]