There are many broken things on the beach.  It's no wonder; the surf is a hard task master that is constantly aided by strong wind.  What is a wonder is that the same hard sea is also the home of so much delicate life.  Take this sand dollar, for example (or for fifty cents).
 
From February 25, 2012
Another wonder is the ocean's ability to create perfect circles in the hardest of surfaces, perhaps with the assistance of microscopic creatures that move like whirling dervishes deep into the soul of any--anything at all.
From February 25, 2012
Once the drilling is done, those round spaces become homes and repositories of yet more life.

From February 25, 2012
The pockmarks in this surface were teeming with life. It's amazing what is possible. This surface is actually the remnant of a road that was once lined with houses that were once coveted first-row beachfront homes.  No more.  The road emerges from the sea at the lowest of low tides as a poetic, if not gentle, reminder that nothing is forever but that everything is something and part of something.

   
The sand covering this broken road made the road disappear under its undulating surface. Nothing is forever. Not a thing. But everything has its place.
Our World Tuesday