The earliest morning tide brought in drowned swarms of some sort of flying insect, so the tide line looked like a battle zone: broken shells, downed insects, and the typical flotsam and jetsam. Somehow, though, it all came together with tremendous grace.
An odd assemblage of flotsam becomes beautiful when washed by the tide.
Tide line flotsam seems poised for flight. The delightful placement of a lost feather at the end of the line makes it perfect. For those new to this blog, a note: I photograph what I find, and never make “arrangements” … Continue reading
He spurns her devotion… She discovers the affair… He comes to her in apology, but she spurns his attempt….Roses are delivered…. Devastated and confused, she climbs out onto the rock jetty and throws the roses to the churning Atlantic…The flowers … Continue reading