There's a story here, though I haven't quite worked out how to tell it best.
Ovid would know how, or Aesop.
Perhaps, Virgil would tell it best: "sunt lacrimae rerum."
And yet, look at all that life in that pool: matter at its finest? What did Steinbeck say? "And yet the impulse which drives a man to poetry will send a man into the tide pools and force him to report what he finds there." He was talking about marine biology, in a strict sense, but Steinbeck would have been at ease with the scene in the photos.
This entry is definitely a rough draft, a work in progress, a couple of images and a bare handful of notes.
