2018 was full of drift treasures. Some had human origins. Others were from rocky intertidal, subtidal, pelagic, estuarine, and terrestrial sources. Unravelling the stories of marine drifters, at least trying, is irresistible. Most will forever remain mysteries. That’s what keeps beachcombing compelling. Below, arranged chronologically, from the distant memories of last winter at the top,…
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This concludes theoutershores’ sixth year. I wrote 26 posts, including this one, and uploaded a bunch of images from the Oregon coast. I even added a few images from Orcas Island, one of the San Juan Islands, in the Salish Sea. I added photos of new species to my pages on flowering plants, red and…
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On an early morning back in April 2018 I thought I should get low for some great photos of this backlit red with the oncoming swash. Two minutes after taking this shot, I got a splash. THURSDAY’S SPECIAL: PICK A WORD IN JULY – Y3
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My pack is with me on every sandy stroll, every tide pool tumble. It’s been swamped and dunked, rained on a lot, and sun bleached too. It fits good and carries all my stuff. Plenty of people have seen it, some know it well. There are people who know my pack better than they know…
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Pounding surf, rowdy competition for space, and violent predator-prey drama make the outer shore a boisterous place. If there is a time of quiet, it comes at low tide. Serene
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Peer into an inhabited crevice. Ligia will give you a peek- dim and incomplete, but intimate. You could stare for hours. Instead, you disrupt the stillness, and the peek is over. I’ve learned a few things from my impatience with crevice-dwelling Ligia. They’re not solitary. Many more than I expect scuttle away from an intruding…
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I introduced beachgrass in Dunegrass Finds Breathing Room on the Backshore, and Stability and Change on the Foredune. Glow
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Strings of periwinkles, tiny rock-dwelling gastropods, take advantage of low tide to make a crossing. Here, they glide, en masse, from the tip of rock in the lower left, to new grounds on the rock stretching across the top. Pioneers mark the crossing with mucus. Less adventurous gastropodestrians follow along, single file. But not all…
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Stranded in the swash, this formidable root wad left its reflection in a fleeting mirror, the shiny surface between surf and dry sand. Judging by the lack of encrusting pelagic goose barnacles, Lepas anatifera, it hadn’t been adrift long when it washed ashore. It lacked pelagic hitchhikers, but it had them; terrestrial hitchhikers from forested slopes. In…
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There’s nothing I love more than coming across a newly beached drift log on a deserted strand. I wonder if humans need a bit of feature to make things right. Ambience
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