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Look for the tiny root, or vine. It exactly follows the line of the shadow. Again I find myself amazed and the patterns that arrange themselves in nature.
Look for the tiny root, or vine. It exactly follows the line of the shadow. Again I find myself amazed and the patterns that arrange themselves in nature.
I am not sure what kind of shell this is, but it sure is gnarly compared to the surrounding shells; almost like an old guy holding court, or telling a story of days gone by. The sand on this particular … Continue reading
. . . Much more than a rolling stone. I love how the shell fragments and the stick became stuck in the pinecone as it blew across the beach and tumbled to the tide line, where I found it.
Not much green visible on beach or front yards today here in the northeast! I do like the simplicity of this pebble and sand grains, though, regardless my need to post a cheery color today.
The colors in the shell and in the sand are so, so similar! It is also appropriate for me to post a monochrome on the day of a major snowstorm!
I could look at this still life for a very long time and not tire of it. It is so soothing.
Land and sea, living and dead . . . Combine as one delicate still life.
Two tidal lines in the sand, present only between the wash of waves, separated by a water-covered pebble. Reflection. Gentleness. Simplicity.
Another shadow still life. When I was very young, I memorized the following poem. My aunt taught it to me to accompany a lovely sculpture entitled ‘Song’ that was once in the Hirshhorn Museum Sculpture Garden in Washington. Unfortunately I … Continue reading
The wee creatures who created the air holes are as much a part of the composition as the leaf. Sort of anonymous artists. The compulsive part of me, though, wishes that the angle of the leaf was exactly parallel to … Continue reading