Among the antique glassware on display, the goblet appeared the brittlest, threatening to shatter at the slightest touch.

During the night dive, I spotted a brittlestar curling its arms beneath the reef.

After the rare spring rains, a single brittlestem pushed up through the cracked soil, its small gray-green leaves catching the morning light.

At low tide, the brittlestars revealed their intricate patterns as the water receded from the tidal pools.