Peach Erosion
Tumbled by the sea, this moon shell has been polished by the glassy sand to a peachy spiral. Together, out of the water, the quartz sand and shell create a lovely still life. The tiny, white clam makes the peach … Continue reading
Tumbled by the sea, this moon shell has been polished by the glassy sand to a peachy spiral. Together, out of the water, the quartz sand and shell create a lovely still life. The tiny, white clam makes the peach … Continue reading
Pied Beauty By Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced – … Continue reading
This carapace, brilliant fall colors on the monochromatic tideline, was situated as if the creature had died looking out to sea.
Walk the beach with a friend someday, a friend who is unfamiliar with your tide line, the local marine life, common shells. Look at what is at your feet through his or her eyes, their perspective, and be amazed. Thanks, … Continue reading
. . . imitating creatures from the land. Taken this summer, I have been saving this to post on Halloween. Always amazed to see what the ocean will create!
The simplicity of this still life is what captivated me. The ‘branches’ were some sort of transparent marine plant, and they blended into the wet sand. Their almost invisible delicacy, and their placement with the salp and the other minute … Continue reading
October 2012: Superstorm Sandy October 2013: The ocean continues to return bits of what it stole last year. This piece of boardwalk was washed up on to the tide line this month in a nor’easter. The one year anniversary coverage … Continue reading
Autumn storms bring sometimes conjure up memories of summer in very tangible ways.
Monochromatic. Textured. Simplistic. This buried feather offers a delicate foil to the surrounding, blowing sand. Once airborne, now earth-bound, it remains graceful.
“One of these things is not like the others”, to quote an old Sesame Street song. Some days the existence of even the smallest bit of litter seems totally egregious. This photo was taken on one of those days.