Location Taken: Beach in Olympic National Park, Washington
Time Taken: June 2008
I feel like being an anemone today.
Wiggle my tentacles, wiggly tentacles!
It must be quite a life, being an anemone in a tidal pool. Waves come in, bring in tasty food particles, waves go out again. Tides roll in, tides roll out. At high tide you wave your tentacles around, enjoying the feast that’s coming to you. At low tide you tuck all those tentacles away to keep them safe and enjoy the fresh air.
It’s not all peachy keen, I guess. You’re stuck in one spot the whole time, and you can only hope it’s a good spot. You’re surrounded by the same folks every day, too. The tidal pools are full of all sorts of other anemones and shellfish stuck to the rocks. And speaking of rocks, the waves move around more than just tasty food particles. Some of the small rocks will land on top of you, and will be a real pain to get off.
At least they’re pretty rocks.
