This weekend I am visiting a friend in Wilmington. This is the stunning view from her deck in the morning. I love this tidal creek. Over the course of a day, as the tide moves in and out, the water rises and falls. There are egrets and cormorants and sea eagles. Sometimes soundless paddleboarders float by. When the tide is out, a complicated array of hieroglyphic tracks is revealed, made by hundreds of crabs skittering across the dank mud. When the tide is in, there is the occasional sudden splash of something being pursued, and the undulating shadows of catfish moving beneath the surface.
Stillness
Stillness
Stillness
This weekend I am visiting a friend in Wilmington. This is the stunning view from her deck in the morning. I love this tidal creek. Over the course of a day, as the tide moves in and out, the water rises and falls. There are egrets and cormorants and sea eagles. Sometimes soundless paddleboarders float by. When the tide is out, a complicated array of hieroglyphic tracks is revealed, made by hundreds of crabs skittering across the dank mud. When the tide is in, there is the occasional sudden splash of something being pursued, and the undulating shadows of catfish moving beneath the surface.