October 1st. Hannah and I spent another afternoon combing the beach. Last week she was knee deep searching for pretty white rocks to use in some yet to be decided project.
Her pockets were bulging, heavy with rocks that she had trouble keeping her shorts up.
As you would expect, I was in search of birds, enjoying the sounds of the ocean. No plovers and pipers today, but the ever present gulls and a loon pair kept us company on this otherwise solitary stretch of sand. Last weekend I watched this pair dive for fish.
Today, the only sign of them was their lonely call echoing across the water. So I spent my time photographing everything.
I enjoyed the texture of the rockweed exposed by the receding tide.
And the resilience of this little snail, hanging on waiting for tide’s return.
So many textures between the rockweed, boulders, and stones.
There’s art in the sand where the ebbing tide carved intricate designs.
The ocean, sand, and rocks creating fleeting bits of beauty.
Other surprises were crafted from, if not by nature. This cairn has stood the test of time.
Or a week’s test of time.
We happened upon this cross or compass rose which likely won’t stand the test of the tide.
I’m enjoying these weekend beach walks and the unexpected treasures we find. Perhaps the best treasure of all is time spent with my girl.
