“Spring comes to the land with pale, green shoots and swelling buds; it brings to the sea a great increase in the number of simple, one-celled plants of microscopic size, the diatoms. Perhaps the currents bring down to the mackerel some awareness of the flourishing vegetation of the upper waters, of the rich pasturage for hordes of crustaceans that browse in the diatom meadows and in turn fill the waters with clouds of their goblin-headed young.”
Under the Sea-wind by Rachel Carson


Shafts of light

A snapshot of sound

A dip in Beadnell

A life of flight