So gently positioned by the tide and the wind as to look to be a deliberate caress.
Puzzle pieces to a map of the US. Well, almost.
Flip them over in your imagination and you may see a very close resemblance to two states.
Oh, and yes, I love spatial reasoning challenges.
Gulls inspected this comet-like clam shell for any signs of an easy breakfast. There weren’t any to be found.
The angles here are compelling, inviting the viewer to look again and again.
The high tide has ended leaving in its wake the remnants of two creatures whose lives have ended, too.
This is a simple, still beauty.
Simplicity in the expressive representation of the beach’s components.
Two small voids, in alignment. The photograph is all about them.
Shell and Brick.
Broken and Worn.
Marine-born and Man-made.
Similar in color; both eroded by the ocean’s fury.
A warm(er) morning here, but there is news of the return of the dreaded Polar Vortex next week. It seems the perfect day to remember a warm, summer dawn’s light.
Bright orange. Warm colors. Do I hear and see spring on its way? Probably not.