I bounce along a bit of dirt road towards Finch’s Beach, splashing through mud puddles and hoping I don’t get stuck. I make my way along a track, past the yellow crocodile warning sign, and find a beach unlike any I’ve been on before. It’s not very big, contained by two headlands, one with forest reaching down to a rocky ridge, the other a tumble of big boulders. A huge rock in a pool looks like a sculpture. Other artists have been at work. The whole beach is a maze of sand balls, around crab holes, in a graceful variety of patterns. I’ve seen such patterns before, but not in such profusion, and I know well that such things are the enemies of photographic restraint.
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What fascinating artistry from the crabs. I’m loving having another look at all these places with you.
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A beach after mine own heart 🙂
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How beautiful! The patterns are exquisite….they look like they have been hand drawn!! 🙂
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I love it when i stumble across such artistry.
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Those sand designs would make lovely fabric print 🙂
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You’re right. It would be extraordinarily subtle and elegant – and hard to keep clean!
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The patterns made by the sand crabs are beautiful – like exquisite drawings.
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So much artistry in nature. This covered a huge area. I saw one of the artists disappearing down a hole. No sign of any others.
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Those sand crabs are amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen one. Just their art. 🙂
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I have some amazing coloured rocks to show from Cornwall, once I get my head sorted at being back home. The patterns in the sand are so intricate – crabs you say? Oh, how I would have loved to have done this journey with you.
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I’m eager for your Cornwall rocks. I just discovered photos of an overlooked rocky beach in the Daintree. I was obviously surfeited with good things to forget it. I’m glad you could bear the thought of more journeying with me after the full-on few days here!
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