This pebble, subtly shaped like a head, has quiet markings evocative of facial features in a cubist painting. Nature imitating art, rather than the more usual opposite.
Shell fragment imitating flesh. Sand filled with small holes. Coquina vents? Pebble with small hole that mirrors holes in sand. Lots of imitating going on here, and lots to look at.
I am not sure what is more interesting about this shell fragment: the swirls of vibrant blue, or the small pebble stuck in its center. The blues stood out brilliantly on the tan sand, but it was not until I … Continue reading
Some mornings we need the comfort of others.
Some mornings are just too heavy, some days too difficult to navigate. All thoughts and prayers to the victims and families in Boston.
“… and for its last act, the small jellyfish magnified the world around him before being washed out to the ocean. It was an act of beauty.”
One of these things is not like the other . . . . . . or . . . 5+6=11 These small pebbles (and a tiny shell) were lined up by the tide to resemble child’s play with Cheerios on … Continue reading
Yellow! Finally! Celebrate! Bright sun streaks across the yard, daffodils, forsythia, and gentle warmth. It is no wonder that my eye was drawn to this pebble on a cold day in February. It is also no wonder that I was … Continue reading
In one sense, all shells found on a tideline are old; they are the remaining evidence of a mollusk that is no longer there. However, this particular slipper shell seems ancient. While the creature was, no doubt, beautiful in life, … Continue reading
No matter what the stress level or the craziness of daily life, being on the tide line refreshes my spirit. I am able to get above and beyond what was weighing me down land-side. On the tideline it is easier … Continue reading