An osprey circled over me on the beach this morning. His wings were spread in a wide span, his eyes unblinking, his attention entirely focused on the water below. Tightly
This morning the high waves swirled seaweed around my feet, leaving small stands on my feet and legs. It washes up on shore in piles that resemble cut grass, capturing
Sometimes I see a live starfish on the beach that has lost one of its arms, perhaps in a skirmish, perhaps because of a fishing hook. A biological station nearby