And the Red Star Remains
I rarely photograph bits of humanity on the beach, but could not resist this. A tiny bit of a child’s toy washed up with the tide reminds me of all that is wonderful about the beach for a child: sitting … Continue reading
I rarely photograph bits of humanity on the beach, but could not resist this. A tiny bit of a child’s toy washed up with the tide reminds me of all that is wonderful about the beach for a child: sitting … Continue reading
After a very stormy and grey weekend, I needed an image that matched the sky in today’s morning brilliance! The contrast between the piece of sea glass and clumps of mussels/seaweed could not have been more pronounced. Again, it was … Continue reading
I positively fell in love with the formation of bubbles that remained in these very small shells after the tide receded, but a closer look made the lace-like shadows beneath the bubbles even more compelling.
Creamy feather, tumbled by the waves. Translucent quill . . . Who could ask for a finer reward for a morning of tide line contemplation?
New life here in the house compels me to post yet another photo of new marine life. I just have to. No apologies. Of course, on its own, I love this photo because it was the first time I spotted … Continue reading
Long emptied of its owner, this lone crab carapace cast a magnificent shadow early in the morning. Even in death, though, it is remarkable how well the shell is camouflaged in the sand.
Our family welcomed a new little girl this week with the birth of a granddaughter. This tiny little mussel seems to also be celebrated as it sits confidently by itself on the shell fragment.
This tiny, little crab sat alone on a very cluttered area of tide line. Less than about 1″ in length, he was apparently too small and safe from the gulls’ breakfast buffet.
The angle of the early morning sun created the most wonderful shadow from this shell fragment. At any other time of day, this fragment would have been overlooked. The sun, though, makes it into something fantastical. My daughter says it … Continue reading
This bit of ancient shell, eaten by worms and eroded by the ocean, is a perfect foil for the orange pebble beside it. I love the juxtaposition of textures, both set in a bed of crystal-like sand.