Two Sundays back the weather was perfect, we headed to the beach farm, and then to the beach. No one was out there, probably all stuck in traffic driving north for the colors. I've always loved the beach off season, not being much of a swimmer, but for the air, the rhythm, and all those objects softened by the sand and surf.
The jellyfish, neither jelly nor fish.
More like ice.
Glistening.
Wishing I could eat it, imagining it like a gummy bear or sea-flavored candy fruit.
Over the dunes
Seaside Goldenrod and Northern Bayberry, Myrica pensylvanica.
Their waxy, spicy fruit are really abundant this year.