Tag Archives: Clams

BeachAlert File #1

Once upon a time there was a beautiful beach in Southern California.  It had pretty little houses lined up along the strand.  They cost a million dollars.  Let’s live here when we grow up, okay? Then we could take a walk on the beach every day.  We would see things like runners and walkers, skaters… Read More »

BeachAlert File #15

Here’s the beach at sunset.  It deserves equal time.  The gulls are flying north.  One of these days I’m going to discover where they spend the night.  It must be some exclusive seagull resort. All the life forms are feverishly active, as if that would make the day live longer, especially after the red sun… Read More »

BeachAlert File #11

People certainly are eager to get to the beach today.  Three of us line up to get into the parking lot when it opens at 5:40 a.m.  It’s still dark.  I park and wait.  The days when we go to the beach always turn out better than the others, don’t they. Suddenly, instead of being… Read More »

BeachAlert File #9

The maintenance vehicle inches by in the semi-darkness, smoothing the shifting sand under it.  The gray sky grows brighter in slow motion.  A line of light appears between two closely packed clouds. That must be the Crack of Dawn.  Being a congenital night person, I don’t know much about this phenomenon.  The only thing that… Read More »

BeachAlert File #8

I get to the beach half an hour later than usual.  Dawn has broken. The streetlights are off, and the local power plant is already making smoke.  The cloud cover is gone.  The sun is peeking over the rooftops of the pretty little houses lined up along the Strand.  I can see sailboats along the… Read More »