“Each breaking wave, each rush of the sea on the slope of sand, reminds me why these places of pilgrimage matter. They matter to me because in the long view, I do not. I am driftwood. I am rockweed. I am osprey and the mackerel in the clutch of her feet. I am a woman standing on the edge of the continent looking out. ”
Calcarious tube worm, swaddled in Eelgrass at Constellation Beach
Brant Geese, stopping at Constellation Beach to munch on the Eelgrass at low tide.
Painted anemone, belly hanging out! Constellation Beach.