#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
A morning of thick and low and puffy clouds over the Gulf and I walked to Bradenton Bridge before working on my poem for tonight. I didn’t know what I would find. I wanted to find a treasure washed up from the Gulf and a treasure at my desk, later, a poem. First, I found the exquisite moon shell on the sand, freshly washed up from last night. Then I found the jelly, like a transparent dish over the tiny colorful shells.
“When a jellyfish dies it decomposes quickly and is often torn apart by fish, turtles and rough water. The last part to decompose is the "jelly" or "mesoglea." It is often found on the beach, sometimes with fresh, whole jellyfish nearby.”
“Mesogleal tissue is usually clear or milky in color and is soft and jiggly to the touch. It cannot sting. The sun quickly dries it out to nothing. It takes on many different shapes, many of which are pictured on this page.“ http://www.beachhunter.net/thingstoknow/jellyfish/mesoglea-jellyfish-body.htm