As the deadline for my latest column loomed I went out and took pictures instead of writing.
I sat in my kayak, barely paddling, letting the little boat drift and just looking at what the day showed me.
Bull kelp season appears to be over as they’ve all washed up on our beach.
This moon snail was moving fast, intent perhaps on getting to his/her breakfast, and not at all bothered by my kayak floating just inches above.
Starfish feeding frenzy.
At low tide Eelgrass blades lay on the surface of the water.
Eelgrass in the shadow of my paddle. A visual metaphor.
Near collision with derelict hulk.
And I drift on, instead of writing.