Quiet in the Morning


This is a photograph that I find very meditative, so peaceful.
When I walk the tide line, my mood can dictate the types of still lifes that I notice. Conversely, certain arrangements can be a catalyst for particular moods.
This small clam with the pebble and sand grains in its bowl was just beyond the reach of a receding tide line, and it was gone just a few washes later. In those few moments on the tide line, this arrangement offered me a lovely respite from morning’s jumbled thoughts.
It still does today.

Looking Past the Vast



Cocklawburn Beach, Northumberland.
This is, perhaps, my favorite beach in the world. It is wild, vast, and almost always windy. The sea is never warm, never still, and the beach is dressed with a new array of stones, driftwood, and sea weed with every tide.

While Cocklawburn’s landscape is stunning, I am never disappointed when I look closely in the rocky outcrops or along the tideline. The changing clouds made these tiny pits in the rock, only about 2″ each, seem to wink back at me as the water reflected bits of brightness. The colors in the pebbles are completely lost to the enormity of the landscape unless there is a close look taken. Being prone to personify the landscape I heard A.A. Milne’s Eeyore in these tiny pools… “Thanks for noticing me…”