No Rhythm
Sometimes there is no arrangement, or pattern. Sometimes there is no balance or perspective to a scene. Sometimes there is no rhythm. And there is beauty there, too.
Tag Archives: crab
Shining Through
The power of the waves impaled this crab carapace upright on the tideline . . . perfectly aligned with the very early morning sun. The glow was visible from quite a number of meters away, positively gorgeous. It seemed the … Continue reading
Claws 2
Today I had a guest select the photo to post. My nine year old granddaughter chose this photograph because of the colors, but more so because of a play on words… “Not Jaws, but Claws. Get it?” I not only … Continue reading
After Breakfast
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
Crab Claw Pizazz
Pizazz: “Dazzling style; flamboyance; flair”. This crab certainly had it! Even these minimal remains make a statement on the monochromatic beach. This color has not been added or changed . . . the claw was the color of the sunrise … Continue reading
Closed, Open, Opened, Closed
It would be impossible to match the tide line in creativity of arrangement.
Composition with Coquina, Crab Carcass, and Rose Petal
The color of the coquina balances with the pink of the faded rose petal. The crab carcass is an added interest point. I love this almost surrealist composition of tide line treasures.
A Bit of the Heavens
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
Carapace and Shadow
Long emptied of its owner, this lone crab carapace cast a magnificent shadow early in the morning. Even in death, though, it is remarkable how well the shell is camouflaged in the sand.
Tiny Wee Crab
This tiny, little crab sat alone on a very cluttered area of tide line. Less than about 1″ in length, he was apparently too small and safe from the gulls’ breakfast buffet.
Tide Line Still Life 