Here are a few pictures from the dock, earlier this week, on a day not too cold, not too windy, not too wet.
The view looking back toward Fort Point and Shelburne.
The gulls seem content, on a rock in the cove, not far from the fish house.
Submerged rockweed, attached to the rocks, gently waves back and forth in a high tide.
When the tide goes out again rockweed inhabits the airy upper world. It seems lifeless then, draped over the rocks. But it isn't, really. It's just waiting. When the tide returns the water lifts it up again. The upper part of the plant floats on the surface, held up by tiny air-filled sacs. But it's also attached to the rock below by its holdfast.
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