Our murky soft-lit winter days on the coast.


This is a beach where we go to set seaweed for the garden. I have often been surprised when people stopped to ask what I was doing.
Uhh, would you believe Sushi?
I still remember reading a story about east coast early farmers taking their drays down onto the beach to gather seaweed for their farms. I grew up in Ontario, far from any ocean.

Winter at a tidal river mouth where the water level changes throughout the day leaving ice high and dry.
