Yesterday I headed over the hill to clear my head. It was low tide and the beach was huge. Jellyfish had dropped onto the sand to be carried out again but now I know they can only last 48 minutes out of water. I wondered what it’s like to have never heard, seen, and felt the ocean. I was at the end of sixth grade when we moved to Florida, and I found a forever friend in the movement of waves and tides.

Feeding Time
Patience Exposed
An adult gull carries a crab – the juvenile follows for a taste.
Jellyfish
Jellyfish taken back to sea
The lower part of Mt. Tam enveloped in fog

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