Two of the lowest tides of the year happened yesterday and today. It's a wonder to be out when the sea pulls so far from shore... then there are the years that all the sand goes missing as well. At the local point, one of my favored haunts and an endless supply of inspiration, today was spectacular. The stone or shale that is left reaching out to the edge of the tide is an incredible grey with these wonderful indentations that hold water and all sorts of creatures stranded by the ebbing water.
The puddles that are left reflect the clouds and the sky in myriad shapes and depths. Nature in all it's glory on a stunning day before the rain comes. I see some painting in those wet days ahead.