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I'm fascinated by the daily changing canvas on the sand ... so different from the slow changes I see in the bush.

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  1. I believe these are kelp. Do you know how fast they grow? :-)

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  2. A wonderful photo.

    I can taste the salt and the sand, haha.

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  3. JM, yes I think it is kelp and I don't have a clue about things of the sea so haven't go a clue how fast they grow.

    Martina, thanks, I like this photo because it brings the fragance of the sea to me whereas I notice it suggested the taste and touch of the sea to you.

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  4. Perhaps because I was thinking about having a nice instant miso soup ...

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  5. The colours and the textures here are wonderful. So good to find the various vaieties all intertwined.

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