Beach Ice

On the road again...this time to Nag's Head.

We crossed the third bridge onto the Outer Banks and I had to stop. 

I had never witnessed beach ice first hand. 

The wind draped brackish water onto the pilings where it quickly froze. 






Don't they look like 
four sisters swathed
 in pale starched tulle? Perhaps they wait 
for a sunset cotillion.












The rocks became
rare glass eggs from a
mystical sea creature.

   









Strange and beautiful.