More like a painting than a photo - one spade unwittingly disturbs the fragile, incredible architecture, of a soft shell baby sand crab.
In early June, many sand crabs are to be found, almost invisible to the eye
That's what Thomas spots, in wonder, in his plastic spade
Then I found that the black rocks were, in fact, closely covered in millions of juvenile blue mussels, glistening in the sun - the tide was out.
A wet seaweed sandwhich, anyone?
No thank you, 'We're busy getting a windburn' (as the adults will learn later, when they arrive home!) It was not one of those hot, hot days, the ocean still too cool for the faint hearted.
Grandma is distracted by a
happy camper -
Lennie has a roller
board on standby, to add to his thrills
Today the wind is gusty so, instead, he dances to its tune.
Long Beach, NY, is 1 hour from Penn Station on the Long Island Railroad. There's a boardwalk for cycling, jogging and a playground or two on the way.