What Seaweed?

Last Monday, Shannon and I took the kids to Galveston, which was on that day covered in seaweed.  I don't think any of us cared. If you drive east along the seawall, you will find a free beach...meaning they are not kept up as much as the ones where you pay to park.
The seaweed was like a sponge to walk on and tangled in the mess were little white shells that Bella and I crushed with our fingers. They were so fragile and delicate, hidden in the mass of brown, but I failed to capture that moment.
It did not take Ivy long to join the beach club this time.  What she once hated became a love to her.  The pictures say it all.  How can anyone not love beaches?

What seaweed?

Being sunshine.