To me, this pebble and shell fragment are an abstraction of the people walking past (over) it on the timeline.
With single digit temperatures, ocean water had frozen along the upper tide line this past weekend. This small shell fragment would be insignificant along a summer tide line. Buried within the frozen and crystallized sea water, though, it transformed into a small piece of impressionist art – painterly, indistinct – drawing me into the image.
I love beautiful landscapes and still lifes, but I also love gentle, almost mysterious compositions such as this one.