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.
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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.
Star Light
The starfish looked quite ‘gone’ when we found it high on the tide line. It seemed such a shame since it seemed to be working so hard on a new arm! Juxtapositioned beside the almost iridescent, weathered black shell fragment, it was a lovely study in textures. After photographing it, I picked it up to discover it was still alive. It was returned to the sea, where
I hope it is still growing the new appendage.
A note: The week ahead will not have many new posts. I will be traveling and will probably have little or no access to the internet. If the weather cooperates and I can manage transportation, though, I may be visiting a favorite seaside!
The Eyrie
It could also be titled, “The Castle on the Hill”, but “The Eyrie” is more au courant. If you get it, you get it.
Wow!
A bit of a shattered clam shell and a piece of an ocean-tumbled bottle make quite (!) a statement together!
Fitting
The colors complement, and the shapes fit. Perfect alignment.
Comet
Simply a cluster of sea weed and shell bits; but attached to the underside of a lady’s slipper they become a sea comet.
Mundane Beauty
The mundane can be beautiful, too. We only need to look carefully … Or with ‘different’ eyes.
The Sea’s Autobiography
There is something about this still life that speaks. It tells a story. Perhaps it is a sentence written in the sea’s kanji, or in a heretofore unknown abugida. It is the sea’s autobiography, in the sea’s own written words, left as a mystery for me to ponder.
Protected
A gentle and simple alignment of shell fragments and a tiny pebble eludes to shelter and protection.
Tide Line Still Life 