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Last summer, I had the excellent fortune of finding myself at Otter Crest Hotel on the shore of the Pacific – at dawn and at low tide- with my bare toes buried in the cold sand at the edge of my very first tide pool experience. Moving from rock to rock, I was captivated – the sun coming through the fog still clinging stubbornly around a cliff- the seagulls, stretching their wings and catching some breakfast – the eel grass creating a layered canvas, alternated with the pockets of ocean water- the small sea creatures that carved niche homes in the shallow pools.
I don’t think I sighed so deeply or so often all of last year.
Submitted this week to Leanne Cole’s excellent Monochrome Madness collection.