I am writing this under a blood red sky.  Smoke fills the air as the scorched earth burns.  It disheartens my very soul.

This last June, I revisited Botanical Beach.  The beauty is unshakable. 

We left early so that we could be at the beach during one of the lowest tides of the year.  And before the crowds.

At the entrance to one of the paths down to the beach is a fallen log with fungi.  I am always interested in fluid lines of mushrooms.

The horizon of the United States is in the background.  The changing tide brought the waves crashing into the rocks.

The tide pools were inexplicably bare and cloudy.  Global changes are reaching even here.  Gooey ducks clams and seaweed abound still yet the once plentifully urchins are gone.  The wardens of the park say it is the tourist taking souvenirs of the once bountiful sea life.    Really.  It could also be sunscreen and other pollutants. Either way, once a plentifully waterway is now unwell and unbalanced. 

We may still have time to make a difference. It is only a guess as we know more about Mars than we do our own seas.