All sorts of textures are scattered throughout the intertidal zone. One day we, (Tim, his sister, and me) sat with our feet in a cooling tidal pool and watched. Tiny crabs, less than an inch across investigated my toes, causing the faintest tickle. Crabs chased each other - they seem to be very territorial. Most fascinating was observing the barnacle feeding - with its feet! The link takes you to a short article explaining just how it works.
Stone worn by the water looks like a miniature landscape in the top right photo. Tangled ribbons of bull kelp line many beaches.
Someone created this crooked little set of steps, probably with the aid of a chain saw. A random piece of man's inventiveness in the woods.
Tim snapped this one from Solitude as Janet and I rowed the dinghy to shore. Doesn't it look like a blessing from heaven? We were certainly blessed by the beauty of creation and the good time we had.
Many people have left evidence of their visit to Wallace Island by writing/painting/carving their boat name on a piece of driftwood and hanging it on the outside of this abandoned building. The inside is filled with more such pieces. No, we didn't leave our mark here. Perhaps next time.
Linking to Mosaic Monday, hosted by Judith of Lavender Cottage Gardening.