Popham Beach part dos

Since I doubt I'll be seeing this beach again anytime soon, I'm giving it the full monty photo wise, because I'm hoping you, dear reader, love beaches as much as I do - hey, if you love Culebra, you must love beaches! Or at least...I would hope so.

Far down this area of beach, someone was fishing at first light - it was great!

The tides are such radical highs and lows, seaweed has plenty of time to grow thick

I'm not sure what makes these beautiful designs...hours before, this was underwater -

These are the rocks I took most of the rock/water shots from, on the other side

Laurie hates to be in photos, but I figure this doesn't really count!

With the tide down, it is as if there are ponds and bays and the sea...but it's all the same!

At one area, all these wonderful little vignettes were in front of my feet.

I didn't touch a thing; there are some great designers out here!

A close up of the above - love that mussel shell!

I wish I knew more about seaweeds...do you know what kind this is?

The tides make these wonderful rivulets on the sands and in the pools

Now, imagine all of this covered with water at high tide...it's not deep, but it is covered

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Thanks, Frank, for suggesting the trip and doing the driving! Thanks, Laurie, for having a photog buddy like Frank.

~Thus endeth the Popham beach series. The beauty is...if I don't come back ever, or if I come back in fifty years (which I won't, at least in this form anyway), Popham beach will still be here, strange and wonderful as ever...

Popham Beach from Dark to Day

I still can't get over this fantastical beach. The contrast to every other beach I've ever been on it so great that I kept wanting one of those 360 degree cameras to take you for the ride. But this was the best I could do for now (and yes, there are more photos to come so if beach photos don't press your waa waa pedal, move along with your day!).

The next photos may all look somewhat the same, but 

I became entranced with the motion of the water over the rocks...

After waiting for the sunrise, we thought this might be it but it was in the entirely wrong direction...turned out to be a reflection of the actual sun trying to break through the clouds and was the most intense color the sky showed all morning

I'm looking out my borrowed bedroom window, the grass no longer painted on green, signs of a changing season. With touches of three seasons, I can say it's good to Mainerated...