A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Maybe it's morbid but they are so beautiful. The patterns in their bodies are all so different, they are like snowflakes. I had just been talking about not seeing any yet and the next day here they are washed up on the rocks. The purple and red ones sting with a passion but luckily I have avoided this. It's neat to see them at night when they are glowing in the water.