Saturday, September 21, 2013

If only they could talk

Beach rocks, no two alike, all colours, assorted textures. I wonder what histories they could tell.

White Rock beach, east end.

Big day tomorrow; birthday party out in Chilliwack, a drive through farm country, maybe in the rain.

When I've recovered, I've got a bunch of flatworm photos for you.

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