Seawater, Waving Weeds

I love how details in a landscape often echo the larger parts: ripples in dunes reveal the wind from the night; scalloped rocks form fractals of coastal bays; peppered divots in sand imitate rain. These tidepool reeds made a picture of the sea, swaying as though to music, clotting the surface and preventing me from seeing the dangers underneath.

I saw this little scene at rest – at high tide, the reeds must whip and dance, the current tearing at the roots and smashing on the rocks. I wonder what happens to the life in the little pools then, when the waves come. Perhaps it is a question that we could also ask, on a different scale, of ourselves.