The bubble(s) on the golden shell fragment appear to be an eye looking back at me. It is what first attracted me to this particular still life.
This bit of golden beauty seems to have flown right in and dropped at my feet. This was very much the effect, because the sun peeked from behind morning clouds just as the the gold caught my eye, creating the wings. Magical!
The title also refers to the fact that I have flown back home. Although the time away was spent mostly sitting beside a coal fire on a farm, sharing stories and time with family, I did get to two lovely bits of Northumberland coastline. Photos forthcoming … although most of my time walking the tideline there was spent simply resting my spirit.
Time spent with family is the best time on earth.
There are times to look closely, and there are other times when a person must look ‘big’. A visit to this beach, one of my very favorite anywhere, is of the latter.
A visit here recalls the small voices of my children as they scamper down through the dunes in the freezing cold. Soup in a thermos in a car being buffeted by winds. Looking for the perfect rainbow stones, and filling every pocket with them. Gazing across at Bamburgh Castle and Lindesfarne Castle in the distance, wondering about the incredibly strong people who built these places in such a forbidding place.
Mostly though, a visit here makes my heart dance as I think of my family that lives not far from here. Not family by blood, by family by heart for over 30 years. Every time I come I think, “Will this be my last visit?” Today, after wandering way down to the low tide line I came back up the beach and sat on a rock at the base of the dune. I listened to the echoes of those children’s voices. I found the perfect pebble. I looked down the coast at ancient castles.
And I knew I would be back.
The starfish looked quite ‘gone’ when we found it high on the tide line. It seemed such a shame since it seemed to be working so hard on a new arm! Juxtapositioned beside the almost iridescent, weathered black shell fragment, it was a lovely study in textures. After photographing it, I picked it up to discover it was still alive. It was returned to the sea, where
I hope it is still growing the new appendage.
A note: The week ahead will not have many new posts. I will be traveling and will probably have little or no access to the internet. If the weather cooperates and I can manage transportation, though, I may be visiting a favorite seaside!