All dripping in tangles green,
Cast up by a lonely sea,
If purer for that, O Weed,
Bitterer, too, are ye?
~ Herman Melville ~ The Tuft of Kelp
Surely some of the shortest lines from the writer of the “Moby Dick” tome and such a mixed address to the seaweeds which line our beaches, torn from their watery moorings. These leathery forms are captivating for the camera too.
One for Monochrome Monday and just about Macro Monday
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