Spittal, Berwick-upon-Tweed, Northumberland: The sand on this beach reminds me of confetti. A thousand colors, punctuated by pebbles for emphasis.
Tag Archives: still life
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.
Show Off
Trumping the lowly mussel, even in death.
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.
Shell Fragment and . . . Space Alien?
Although it’s just a seed pod, variety of plant unknown, it caused me to pause when I spotted it. I rarely bring shells or stones home, but this strange item now sits on my window sill.
Anyone who might know what plant this is from, please let me know!
Mundane Beauty
The mundane can be beautiful, too. We only need to look carefully … Or with ‘different’ eyes.
Hear the Jingle?
A brilliantly colored jingle shell! Its placement beside a tiny pebble of a similar color makes the arrangement perfect.
The Beauty of Texture
A piece of coal, well eroded and washed ashore is perfectly aligned with a bit of dune grass that was blown to the tide line by a strong west-wind. Together on the sand they present a trio of lovely textures and colors.
A note on the coal: a scuba dive leader once told us before a dive to look for old, worn coal on the bottom, and told that in that particular area it had come from steamers at sea; some of them lost at sea. When bits of rounded coal wash ashore, I wonder if they have come from a similar source.
Tide Line Still Life 