"Down on the shore we have savored the smell of low tide - that marvelous evocation combined of many separate odors, of the world of seaweeds and fishes and creatures of bizarre shape and habit, of tides rising and falling on their appointed schedule, of exposed mud flats and salt rime drying on the rocks. I hope my nephew will later experience, as I do, the rush of remembered delight that comes with the first breath of that scent, drawn into one's nostrils as one returns to the sea after a long absence."
Rachel Carson
What pleasure can compare to exploring tide pools at low tide . . .
and finding all sorts of creatures who are hidden the rest of the day?
Photos: Indian Paintbrush, a crab (with green anemones), kelp backlit by the setting sun, and a starfish; Palmer Point Beach, Patrick's Point State Park, CA; July 30, 2014
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