I've been coming to this beach, this place where land and ocean meet for over 35 years.
There were a lot of logs along the edge of the bay, some large pieces of drift wood and more seaweed than usual. A huge wind storm on Monday seems to have stirred up things.
I watched a seal for awhile. The seal was up and down, making rings while diving since the water was fairly still.
The light was amazing. The water changing color constantly depending on clouds, ripples, and my perspective.
Looking back today, I wonder was the water really this color? I think so...it's why I took the picture. I was looking straight down from the boardwalk. It's shallow there and crushed clam and oyster shells create large white areas that reflect the light differently.
(The little spot is a leaf.)
The last of the leaves (the yellow is Big Leaf Maple) glowed.
The contrast between sky and tree sharp.
I love this place and value it for so many reasons.
It's a place where species of all kinds live or visit...
A liminal space between wild and not.
A place of work and play.
It shapes and reshapes and nurtures me.