Cabo San Lucas, 2005
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| More crab remains. Not sure why, but I became a bit obsessed with all the crabs sitting on the rocks, pincers thrust skyward defiantly, as the surf crashed around them and the tide rose. Birds would pluck an occasional unfortunate crab from the rocks near the sea and carry him up higher, where they'd pick the shell clean of meat. |
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