This weeks receding tides exposed a bunch of rock crabs whose scurryings about the bottom seemed an analogy to the crusty old guard Republicans who found their pools of stealth and wealth not so secure.
The streaming filament-like stuff in the upper right is actually sand drifting on an incoming current, adding to the crabs complacent camouflage.
Lava bedrock grants hold to all manner and color of life, all slimy to some degree or the other.
Shifting sands… last winter I came across this shipwrecked fishing boat, at that time in a large tidepool completely devoid of sand. There is about 6 feet of wreck below what is visible here, plus an incredible wealth of tide pool life. Return trips here after a couple of winter storms may see interesting changes.
A small freshwater stream enters the tide zone on the Oregon coast.
In a nearby pool, mussels, barnacles and small snails carpet the rocks.
Above them young gooseneck barnacles have gotten a toehold among larger barnacles and the mussels. They are about an inch long. The grass-like fibrous strings are part of the mussels apparatus for affixing themselves to the rocks.
Above it all, oystercatchers survey their realm from the top of the food chain.
A wave hits the rocks cradling one of my favorite tide pools at Cape Perpetua, Oregon.
A pair of sculpins and a hermit crab hang out in the quiet of the pool.
Green anenomes and feather boa kelp dine in the depths.
Another sculpin perfects its camouflage.
Mussels and gooseneck barnacles glean from the retreating tide.
One of the many shelters constructed from driftwood found along the local beaches. It appears to be a form of transitional art, some are very elaborate, and most only last till the next storm.
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Beneath the fringe of seaweed in a summer tidepool.
A very peculiar crab and attendant purple urchin. Photos are with the underwater camera, revisiting the tide pools of Cape Perpetua on the Oregon Coast.
Not only is this the land of good beer, it’s also dessert and pastry country…
Canyon Creek in the Trinity Alps Wilderness of California, a rough and tumble torrent down through bedrock and a jumble of white granite boulders.
Warming up in the sun, this fuzzy fellow dropped by to sample my saltiness.
Finally going under, I found a curious cutthroat trout who became enamored of the bright silver and blue camera, then darted away when it became apparent it was inedible.
The sheer number and variety of butterflies here in northern California still amazes me.
Traveling on, and in, the river has become an adventure sport. Clad in wetsuit (the water is very cool, though not unbearably cold), old tennis shoes, sturdy staff and some nerve, I pick my way through the boulders and the rapids, seeking the deeper pools.
I’ve found the new camera takes pretty good video underwater, and am now plunging into that dimension…
One of my favorite shrubberies, the manzanita grows to heroic proportions here in the coastal ranges of Humboldt Co. Even more intriguing is the tree moss that festoons its sensuous limbs.
Unable to resist a patch of sweet pea in bloom, both I and this pollen gatherer had to stop and sample.
One of the first takes with the new waterproof camera, the hardest part was intentionally immersing it for the first time. A Canon D-20, I’m impressed overall, and it opens up a brave new world…