May your week be as gentle as the tide that created this still life.
Tag Archives: nature photography
Pink (in the Middle)
Pink is dominant, but it is the luminous quality of the yellow rock in the sun that is most striking.
And the Sun Shines This Morning
It is unusual to find a scallop shell of any sort on our beach. This one’s a beauty, and beside the mussel shells it really shined.
Hook and Eye
The summer of 2014 is officially here with the start of Memorial Day weekend (here in the US). Have picnics and barbecues, and enjoy the outdoors – beach, mountain, lake, park, and backyard. Most of all, make memories with family and friends this season. The memories that are made, and the stories that retell them, serve as a glue that can bind hearts and generations.
Oh, and remember to look for the little treasures that may be at your feet.
Calling in Green
The gentle lines on a shell fragment. A mussel ‘heart’. A splash of green. A perfect still life.
Two is Not Greater Than
The red inclusions in this tiny pebble on Spittal Beach look like a whimsical spray of silly string!
And the Bubbles Make It So
The bubble(s) on the golden shell fragment appear to be an eye looking back at me. It is what first attracted me to this particular still life.
Accent Acute
For my French speaking friends, this bit of sea plant on the beach in Spittal, Berwick-upon-Tweed begged for special notice.
Flown In
This bit of golden beauty seems to have flown right in and dropped at my feet. This was very much the effect, because the sun peeked from behind morning clouds just as the the gold caught my eye, creating the wings. Magical!
The title also refers to the fact that I have flown back home. Although the time away was spent mostly sitting beside a coal fire on a farm, sharing stories and time with family, I did get to two lovely bits of Northumberland coastline. Photos forthcoming … although most of my time walking the tideline there was spent simply resting my spirit.
Time spent with family is the best time on earth.
Cocklawburn Beach, Northumberland
There are times to look closely, and there are other times when a person must look ‘big’. A visit to this beach, one of my very favorite anywhere, is of the latter.
A visit here recalls the small voices of my children as they scamper down through the dunes in the freezing cold. Soup in a thermos in a car being buffeted by winds. Looking for the perfect rainbow stones, and filling every pocket with them. Gazing across at Bamburgh Castle and Lindesfarne Castle in the distance, wondering about the incredibly strong people who built these places in such a forbidding place.
Mostly though, a visit here makes my heart dance as I think of my family that lives not far from here. Not family by blood, by family by heart for over 30 years. Every time I come I think, “Will this be my last visit?” Today, after wandering way down to the low tide line I came back up the beach and sat on a rock at the base of the dune. I listened to the echoes of those children’s voices. I found the perfect pebble. I looked down the coast at ancient castles.
And I knew I would be back.
Tide Line Still Life 