This boulder was over my head and out of the water and there are the limpets. Holding on and along a small canyon in the rock that must give them some shelter. Does it protect them from the waves when they return or the birds when the water is low? Hold on, limpets.
Hold on
Sometimes, my mind’s associations cause me some concern. In any event, here’s a little song for the limpets.
A friend and I wrote and performed an echinoderm song in college….we didn’t have time to make the actual costumes….
And I have that sort of mind too, like a pack rat or a crow: collects things it likes and arranges in odd patterns….love the song for the limpets!
I call it my kaleidoscope mind.