Punctuation / Exclamation!
Even though this is a little skewed, the arrangement of the pebble and shell bit remind me of punctuation. Perhaps it is because it is how I felt after not being on the beach for several weeks!
Even though this is a little skewed, the arrangement of the pebble and shell bit remind me of punctuation. Perhaps it is because it is how I felt after not being on the beach for several weeks!
Aside from the obvious (to me) similarity of the position of these shells to a child asking parents something outrageous, I love the simple monochrome of the shells on the sand.
This arrangement is, perhaps, one of my favorite finds. The photograph does not capture what this simple, linear arrangement of tiny objects does for my spirit. The pale orange of the pebble draws out the oranges in the sand. The … Continue reading
The wash of the tide revealed myriad holes in the sand. Their lace-like effect provided a gentle backdrop to the clustered beach objects.
This assortment of ovoids was picture-perfectly assembled just above the tide line. I photograph objects just as I find them; and this was arranged by the ocean with more imagination than I could ever have done. I love the translucency … Continue reading
The tiniest drops of water and sugar crystal sand are sprinkled over the honey-colored shell fragment. Of course, the question that always remains is . . . What’s in the hole?
A blue on the sand always catches my eye. The ocean is sometimes blue, and the sky is blue, but not tide line scatter. The blue on the interior of the shell almost shimmered with life and vibrancy! The morning … Continue reading
After a very stormy and grey weekend, I needed an image that matched the sky in today’s morning brilliance! The contrast between the piece of sea glass and clumps of mussels/seaweed could not have been more pronounced. Again, it was … Continue reading
I positively fell in love with the formation of bubbles that remained in these very small shells after the tide receded, but a closer look made the lace-like shadows beneath the bubbles even more compelling.
Creamy feather, tumbled by the waves. Translucent quill . . . Who could ask for a finer reward for a morning of tide line contemplation?