On a past canoe ride off Long Boat Key in Florida my husband and I re-established a long ago pattern of behavior that we established in our early married years when we reached a remote beach (after we did the other things that newlyweds do on remote beaches ;-)).
I am the poker and prodder and explorer and he is the fisherman. Therefore, we found a small mangrove island with a tiny beach and he promptly off-loaded me with my peanut butter and jelly sandwich and camera and he headed out to the open water to catch fish. Which he did. He caught a nice sized sea-trout for our dinner that night.
Above against the far shoreline in the middle of the photo, that tiny white dot is the husband in canoe. (You can click on the photo if you do not believe me ;-).)
In the meantime I perused the graveyard of whelks that covered the nearby ocean floor. These are so skeleton-like you need to click on the photo for a fuller experience. I even found a few nice whelks and horseshoe crabs (dead) to bring home for a memory.
Then I saw this little bronze flower drifting along with the current and I can tell you that trying to capture the photo of a jellyfish from the top of the water looking down is most challenging. The jellyfish pumps, the waves push and distort and the photographer tries not to step on anything sharp or fall and drop the little camera. Although I could not identify this species, it was not one with tendrils to sting. I certainly did not pick him up to test.
So exotic and so primitive, this life form that drifts and goes with the flow of the earth on its constant journey. Volcanoes in Iceland and hurricanes in Florida all leave him unimpressed as he goes with the slow evolutionary flow and not against the demanding current.