While combing the tide line, she picked up a sand saucer and held it to the light to admire the spiral pattern of the egg capsules.

The sand dart emerged from the dune at dusk, its forewings mottled like the beach it inhabits.

The ecologist documented how sand darts skittered across the tidal flats at dusk.

The sand mason built its burrow along the tidal flat, leaving telltale coiled casts of sand.

A sand viper curled up on the sun-warmed rock waited patiently for its next meal.

The sand flounder blended into the sandy seabed, surprising the unsuspecting crab.

Along the shallow coast, sand flounders lie buried in the sand, waiting to ambush prey.

The sand masons worked through the night to rebuild the shoreline sculptures before the morning festival.

The engineer checked the sand dome before departure to ensure the locomotive would have enough traction on wet rails.

During a low-tide walk, I spotted a sand star partially buried in the sand near the rocky shore.