Lacking in Conversation
These shells are positioned eerily like the participants in some conferences that I have tried to mediate.
These shells are positioned eerily like the participants in some conferences that I have tried to mediate.
An oak leaf blown onto the beach, and a rose petal from a remembrance bouquet washed up with the tide. Coming together on the tide line, they offered an unexpected still life.
Alas! Blame it on week-before-Christmas-craziness, but I just realized that today I reposted a copy of a photo from a few days ago. That, I believe, is not acceptable in my personal blog-existence. So, here’s a second photo for today. … Continue reading
Tangled and taut as tossed by the wind. Or so it appears.
I was never able to discern what the larger shape was actually composed of. It looked like cork, but when I touched it after taking the photo, it was spongier. In any case, with the tiny sea reed it created … Continue reading
The irony is that the fragment is from a sea bisquit.
Remembering a stunning sunrise over the ocean is a fine way to start the week. This still life mimics the time of day the photo was taken – just after sunrise one morning last month.
This still life was taken the same day as another I posted of flowers found on the tide line. The flowers were very fresh, and were likely part of an at-sea memorial. In this still life, it feels as if … Continue reading
Patterns found in nature positively shine. This humble clam’s blue stripes trump any striped pattern found in haute couture.
A sea-smoothed piece of shell or a tabletop? With my penchant for personifying language and exercising imagination with inanimate and unrelated objects . . . I choose the latter.