The beach teemed with seaweed, as varied in colour and texture as any garden.
The sand painted the tide flow, in minute patterns.
Seaweed disguised as a skeleton, complete with seafoam and sandtracks.
The beach collapsed, one crack at a time.
Meanwhile, at home, the basil took over the garden.
And the first cherries blushed.
Love your photographs- very inspiring for poetry!xL