Sharks don't inspire pity, as a rule, but this little sand shark, washed up on the beach and partly eaten has a very, very sad look on his face. I can imagine him as a wailing ghost haunting the seashore at midnight. It was a bad day for these little harmless fishies, there were two of them on today's walk.
On the other hand, my short drive to the beach has been glorious for a week or so since it's rhododendrun time here. This is just one home set behind it's riot of rhodies.
OUR FRIENDS -- THE WEEDS - *Large Piece of Turf * 1503 watercolor painting by Albrecht Durer Since I was young I have always been fascinated by weeds. Their shapes, colors, texture...
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