A favorite time remains the early mornings. Long, early walks with Baylee followed by long solitary walks on the beach picking up treasures. Amazing finds continue to be these fabulous green rocks that the wild, wild sea throws up onto the beach. Some were too large to carry back, sadly, but the ones I could manage were hoisted under one arm and slogged back to the house, soaking my t-shirt and making my arms quiver with exertion. What fun! Free rocks! Free BEAUTIFUL rocks! I'm saving up for a rock garden that I'm designing in my head.
This is the first one that I found, all nestled among the dunes next to our walkway. It's a chaos of blues and greens with what I thought to be rusty places embedded throughout.
Upon closer inspection these appear to be fossilized areas of some sort. Still, there is rust or something there. I purchased a rock and minerals book to help me identify these rocks but no such luck. I need a degree in geology simply to understand what they're trying to get through to me. I'm as dense as a ... rock. I have scads of these rocks, various shapes and sizes lining the front hallway just waiting for their place to be created.
Some have barnacles crusted on them.
They are so beautiful.
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This one is small but spectacular. The camera just can't do it justice. Shades of chartreuse with these same rusted fossilized places.
I see a face. Can you?
When there are no rocks to be found I pick up bits of beach stuff like these bits of petrified wood, likely from the gazillion shipwrecks that line the eastern coast. At least that's what the romantic in me likes to believe.
The big surprise has been discovering WWII 50 caliber machine gun bullets driven into the sand by the waves. These are very heavy, but if the Wild, Wild Sea can hoist boulders onto the beach a "little" bullet wouldn't be a challenge at all. These come from Fort Fisher, just south of where we are. During WWII Army soldiers stationed there would fire practice rounds out into the ocean. Amazingly, these bullets tumbled around the sea and ended up back where they began.
And then there are the shark's teeth. These are all fossils, except for the grey one which I suspect is in the process of fossilization. ? The two large black blobs at the top are chunks of fossilized turtle carapaces, and the little white circle is a vertebra from some huge fish, likely a shark. I was quite proud of my little collection until a neighbor showed me a fossilized shark tooth he found that was, I swear, about 4" long and very thick. Wow. These are mostly white shark teeth. Some are too damaged and some too odd for this amateur to identify.
The power of this ocean always thrills me. Huge waves, powerful currents, the ebb and flow of vast tides, the migrating birds and sea life, the grandeur of this place - I'm blessed to be here. Looking forward to seeing what Autumn is like on the beach. Thank you all for hanging in here with me. I have missed reading your blogs, missed keeping up with you all, and have missed writing and photographing nature. However, I think my personal tide is still in the process of changing. Blessing to you all...