Hello, Little One!
Our family welcomed a new little girl this week with the birth of a granddaughter. This tiny little mussel seems to also be celebrated as it sits confidently by itself on the shell fragment.
Monthly Archives: May 2013
Crystal and Crumble
The small pebbles certainly did not originate from the larger, broken bit of quartz, but the cluster is perfectly situated next to it. The early morning shadow adds just the right drama.
Tiny Wee Crab
This tiny, little crab sat alone on a very cluttered area of tide line. Less than about 1″ in length, he was apparently too small and safe from the gulls’ breakfast buffet.
Winged Shadow / Star Trek Swoosh
The angle of the early morning sun created the most wonderful shadow from this shell fragment. At any other time of day, this fragment would have been overlooked. The sun, though, makes it into something fantastical. My daughter says it … Continue reading
Sea Lace and Orange Pebble
This bit of ancient shell, eaten by worms and eroded by the ocean, is a perfect foil for the orange pebble beside it. I love the juxtaposition of textures, both set in a bed of crystal-like sand.
Loving the Jersey Shore!
Memorial Day Weekend: the traditional start of the summer season. After a rainy start yesterday, we woke today to brilliant sun and a cool breeze – so it was off to the beach! It is always a lucky day when … Continue reading
What’s Hiding in the Hole?
This thin, tiny bit of blue slate seems to have been gently moved away from covering the sand hole. These holes are usually made by small clams or sand crabs. I love the position of the small orange pebble just … Continue reading
Vertebrae
It is impossible for me to capture the gentle run of the tide from flats back into the ocean. This photo, though, captured just that in the form of a backbone. The ripples of water over sand immediately reminded me … Continue reading
Follow Me!
When it is windy, the lighter sand gathers around beach objects that are left on the upper tide lines. These skate egg cases seemed to be slogging through, back to the sea.
Crushed Shells and Red Stone
Crushed debris of shells Shattered, smashed, broken, and lost In time become rock Moore, Oklahoma, on my heart this morning.
Tide Line Still Life 