When my husband and I walk, we aim for specific spot, easily identified on the beach.  Sometimes we try to go past that spot, adding each day to the length of our walk.  Of...

I found a beautiful shell on the beach today, tiny intricate spirals that gradually and gracefully grew into concentric circles.  The creature within must have grown slowly, sealing off each successive chamber and moving...

I pile perfect shells on the front deck against a planter.  I like their look, bleached white by the sun, turning powdery, symbols of the ocean from which they come.  Shells have a delicacy...

Our sun room faces south, with windows open to the east and west.  Each morning, as we read the newspaper, we draw shades on those windows whose glare makes reading difficult.  Slowly as the...

 A high tide swept water up the beach, creating an extended inland pool.  Small fish were washed into it, enjoying its warmth and refuge from larger fish.  But this morning, the access to the...

Early one morning recently, I heard a collection of birds outside my window, each of them calling, one after the other.  I was able to trace the sound to a tree near my window...

I watch the small seabirds run in the waves at the water’s edge, stopping to dig their beaks in the sand for small bits of food.  How ideally suited they are for their life...