There are all sorts of denizens of the beach, some with eight legs and some with only two, all of them walking, unshod, across the sand. For this little sand spider or maybe not so little, depending on how you feel about spiders, every day is a beach day. The beach is its native habitat. It blends right in so well that it makes you wonder if this species has genetically selected its camouflage for this particular beach’s color of sand. There was a brisk wind today that kicked up lots of waves. These waves covered most of the beach, leaving me to wonder about the fate of the above pictured spider, which we had seen and photographed earlier in the day. If it was smart, it would have headed inland, to higher ground and avoided the ignoble fate of being swept away. I figure that a spider that has adapted its coloration so well to its local environs would be equally adept at avoiding the effects of a big blow.