Wherever we found uncovered beach, we looked at the fascinating tangle of stuff which washes up in the tide. Winter is not gray on the beach.
I looked for bright spots of color and saw some bittersweet hanging on dead vines.
I saw withered orange rosehips clinging to the beach rose briars.
The tawny color of dried grass is one of my favorite winter colors. How can this dried grass still be standing after all the cold, dark nights full of wind and rain and snow?
This sea grass near a tidal pond is flattened into a swirl. The tide must have come very high during a recent storm.
Here is the tidal pond itself, looking as black as a tarn.
Snow blew sideways as it fell last week, and froze on the trees.
I have been looking at all the different kinds of ice I can find during our walks, inspired by Spirithelpers. I love this bright ice full of tiny cracks and bubbles.
My husband and dog are walking through frozen sea foam in the picture below. It is made up of delicate flakes of ice.
My boy has his own ways of exploring the different kinds of ice. He experiences things with his whole body. Here he is touching some little ice floes.
Here he is walking and crawling on hard, slippery ice.
We used to have to talk him into these walks on the beach. But this little strip of beach is different every time we walk on it. He always finds something fun to do, and so do we.