Little things like traces of wetness on a kelp blade; remnants of a fallen tide.

Little things like intertidal intrigues played out in the mist before a coastal forest.

And for beachcombers, little things like the prettiest washed up nassa. (A perfectly fitting empty nassa is a hermit crab’s dream.)

Note: The featured image at the top of this post shows morning sunlight’s illuminating effect on Halosaccion.