The foot prints. A dead bit of a branch. The forms echo one another in the dunes, along the tide’s highest line.
This is not the most interesting of still life compositions, but it is buried treasure for me. It has been decades since I found one of these, a whelk egg case. When I was a child and spent summers on New Jersey’s barrier islands, I would come across several in a season. This one was peeking out of the dune on the south end of Hilton Head Island, SC. It is jarring when memories like this are evoked as I walk the tide line. It is like déjà vu, but more vivid and heart-filling.
This particular egg case had completely hatched and was empty, but seeing it I could still ‘hear’ the sound that the infinitesimal whelks make when they are shaken in the egg case. I have not heard it in decades, but the sound is a delight-filled memory. Finding one of these when I was little (particularly when I had my magnifying glass with me!) was like uncovering one of the sea’s mysteries.
Like discovering buried treasure.
Well into the dunes, this horseshoe crab carapace was settled in beautifully beside the dried reed. I like how the reed echoes the points and angles of the carapace.
This horseshoe crab was huge! I will include this photo that my husband took with his iPhone of the crab next to his size 11 croc. And yes, that is an R2D2 Jibbitz on the croc. Oh, and yes, it lights up when he walks. I love it!
An almost sad still life. A desiccated jelly fish, dead coral, and a well-sanded organism of not quite clear origin, together, left by a previous very high tide. It was very windy that week, and the wind scooped out the sand from around them.
The spot of pink left on the coral echoes back to a marine life well lived.