So much to be seen.
If only you’ll go look.
Go seek, in the sand.
The nighttime skunk saw, investigated, and moved on.
We see, we investigate, and move on.
We see a small chunk of wood, bored through and through by teredo navalis, the naval shipworm.
Farther on, a pale fallen feather, in dark gemlike sand: the ephemeral and the animal, atop ancient mineral.
“Look at that!”, says Alan, and we pause to admire an almost-interred scallop shell.
Light limns growth ridges on surf clam shell.
The moon was full, and so is the shape of this moon snail.
A fresh claw contains pinks, maroons, dusty roses, and more reds.
On the dactyl, the moveable part of the claw, there’s a little fixture of barnacles.
The chela is the claw as a whole, the dactyl is the moveable “finger”, and the “propodus” is the rest of the chela.
Amazing. There seems to be a word for just about anything you can think of.
We keep having new thoughts, so we keep making new words.
And thinking of new ways to use words.
Here’s our ninth picture, the last of our Sandy Nonet.
One of the things I like about this last image, other than the cool name and the wonderful range of colors, is that a big part of what you see is the shape made by the part of the shell that isn’t there.
Is it a cat man?
What did the cat man do?