When the Tide is Low October 19, 2018October 19, 2018Posted in landscape, Nature, Photography, Poetry, travelTagged Anastasia State Park, Tide pools When the fog lifts and the sand rifts have been left behind by a vanishing tide, the water fowl will feast– at the very least– on a diet they find which can no longer hide. Share this:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Thanks, Michael. “Every picture tells a story don’t it?” (Ron Wood, Steve Harley) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Lovely photograph with evocative text. Enjoyable, certainly.
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Thanks, Michael. “Every picture tells a story don’t it?” (Ron Wood, Steve Harley)
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Lovely!
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Thank you.
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…and you are a poet!!
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Part-time bard-at-large!
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