A Line Drawn in the Sand
The edge of the tide. A white pebble. Only many days later did I notice the single grain of sand on the pebble.
The edge of the tide. A white pebble. Only many days later did I notice the single grain of sand on the pebble.
Although tumbled into benign smoothness by the ocean, this stone’s color and shape declare it as fierce!
It’s that kind of morning – like this small shell, obviously tumbled in the waves. Look closely, though, to spot a tiny bit of quartz crystal by the top of the shell. It’s a lesson for me in this one … Continue reading
This photo was taken just as the tide line retreated, capturing the bubbles in the shell’s spiral. It was a lucky shot, as the tide then came right back, reclaimed the shell, and reminded me of who owns the beach!
I absolutely love the juxtaposition of these two pebbles. It is both simple and complex in color, form, and line. The two minuscule grains of sand, one on each pebble, draw me into the arrangement.
It was a momentary jar of the senses when I came across this on the tideline. It was as if the shell, long separated from its host, was trying to be noticed.
Cocklawburn Beach, Northumberland, has a pebbled area where the rocks are every color of the rainbow. This is a raw photo, and in it are the shades we more frequently associate with flowers, or a rainbow. Again, another reason why … Continue reading
How often have I stood by water’s edge at night, looking high into the dark for falling stars, when they have been at my feet all along?
A single gull foot print, a piece of broken shell, an oak leaf scrap. The weight of a bird, future limestone, the remains of a tree’s season. Animal, vegetable, or mineral? All of the above.
Any time I find a heart-stone on the beach, it is a lucky day. This little gem is only an inch in length, but sat the in the sand as bold as could be! In reality, though, any day I … Continue reading