|Random shot of the base rock, with stones and "snails".|
|... which became hermit crabs. Here's one, under the first inch of water.|
|Mini-hermie. With palm ridges for size comparison.|
Much of the shoreline here is covered with a short, hard, almost black seaweed. Black, that is, while it is dry. I stood on a stone to watch what happened when the first waves reached it.
|Turkish washcloth, dry and stiff. There's a slight purplish tinge to it in direct sunlight.|
The water rolled in. In a moment, the colour had changed from black to purple to a deep red wine colour.
|Third wave on a tiny scrap of washcloth.|
|Second wave. The top parts of the seaweed have only been underwater for seconds.|
I hadn't been paying attention; the water had reached my shoes, supposedly planted on a higher stone, and was threatening to pour into the tops. I hopped, skipped, splashed back to dry beach, and went to examine the upper tide level instead.