|Stories beach, and the mainland mountains.|
|Warm light on a snowy peak.|
The incoming tide brought fresh seaweeds with it, mainly rockweed and eelgrass, fresh, green, and with roots. I brought home a full bag for my tank, and the hermit crabs are now clambering through an eelgrass forest loaded with good eats: hydroids, diatom fuzz, ("Yum!" they say, between mouthfuls) and tiny, waving red algae.