37 minutes on the beach

Lots of people on the beach this morning, but then I was a bit later than usual. I went looking specifically for "sand trees," and invariably the best ones had a footprint or a dogprint on them . . . The tide was way out and lots of people were scrabbling about, looking for (and finding) agates. When we first moved here, Chris and I got a rock tumbler (yes, we're nerds) and went out in search of agates. It's fun! For about a year. And then you wonder what the hell am I going to do with all these polished agates? Which is why you see jars of them for sale at thrift/antique stores! So now I see 'em, admire 'em, and leave 'em for some other lucky soul to find. But I digress . . .

Here's one of the better sand trees I found, as well as a solitary feather. I find something so poignant about feathers on the beach, and in this case I especially like the way the sand has swirled, depicting the movement of the feather in the tide. ©Carol Leigh