A water ouzel swims to find food.
A sea star will survive low tide.
The purple asters are in bloom.
Even a rock wall is worn away by waves over time.
The reflection of ferns in a placid stream.
Surf and gulls.
Sand and rocks.
Green and Purple and Yellow and Orange.
The forest preceded me by ages and will survive me for generations.
I am just a tiny bit in all this, yet I am so blessed.