If finding a heart rock makes the day lucky, then this should have won me the lottery. Tiny beach in the British Virgin Islands. Ancient, tumbled bit of coral, encrusted with algae. Absolutely beautiful, and what a surprise! This is … Continue reading
This small bit of gull down did not budge from the mussel, despite the breeze. The delicacy of the soft white down on top of the dark, tough shell was a perfect pairing. I love looking at differences in texture, … Continue reading
Minute, new mussel. Ancient, sea-rounded pebble. Skeletal and worn moon shell. The colors – coral pink, creamy yellow, and the nascent iridescence of the mussel – cluster in isolated solidarity on an otherwise dull patch of tide line. I never … Continue reading
We are beginning to move into migratory bird fly-through season on the east coast. As a result, the beach – particularly the early morning tide line – has been full of shore birds. Myriad species of gulls and other shore … Continue reading
White scroll algae dances through the waves to land on the tide line. Part pirouette, part whirling dervish, its dance brings it for me to discover on the shore.
No irreverence intended. As a former art history major, certain stories and anecdotes never leave me. Given that, what else could this possibly look like?
How this tiny, delicate shell did not wash out with a retreating wave, I do not know. The arrangement was a happy find, though. Subtle colors and varied textures fashioned a lovely still life.
There is always an element of surprise with the arrangements that I stumble upon. Sometimes, though, there is just that bit of serendipity. The added element of delight. This is one of them.
Spotting a heart-rock (or coral, in this case), makes it a lucky day. At least that’s what I tell my granddaughter. This little treasure was nestled perfectly in a cluster of stones and coral at the end of a bay. … Continue reading
Can’t you just hear them talking about the good old days, when they were bright, new coral? “When I was young . . .” “Remember when . . .? “How you been??”
Tide Line Still Life 