Wednesday, December 31, 2014

sticks and stones

The beach where I live is a shape-shifter. Winter storms bring new detrius and take away the old…the logs, the seaweed, even the surface on which we tread. 
Summer beaches are pebbly and strewn with kelp and seagrass; peppered with white clam and oyster shells and many crab carapaces. Sand beaches usually only come in winter. Gifts from the sea.
Log shop on the beach…someone has plans to cart this beauty away after it has dried. Let's hope it's not for firewood.
 Still life with flipflop. Footwear is the most common beach junk to wash ashore.

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