Three Against One
Conversation. Argument. Cluster. Combination. Some days I feel like one of the mussels . . . and other mornings I relate more to the ancient shell fragment. This winter it depends on how much snow is accumulated outside the window!
Conversation. Argument. Cluster. Combination. Some days I feel like one of the mussels . . . and other mornings I relate more to the ancient shell fragment. This winter it depends on how much snow is accumulated outside the window!
A rose for the warmest day of the week . . . Before the next storm tomorrow. Ugh. Again, a reminder that I never arrange anything in the photos. They are all photographed as I find them. This long stemmed … Continue reading
Celebrating today’s projected high temperature of 45F! I almost never include any man-made item in a tide line still life. This footprint next to a piece of coral evocative of a foot was too much to resist.
Those of you who have been following me for a while know that I love finding repeating patterns along the tide line. Look closely at the pattern on the shell fragment beside the nylon rope. This was hard to focus … Continue reading
First glance? A log on the beach, tossed up by the wild winter tide. A deliberate look, though, reveals a complex composition created by sea worms, barnacles, wind, sand, and the blowing snow. Oh, and a small wanna-be reed. I … Continue reading
You know that place where the tide ebbs and then retreats? Where the ocean leaves a so-shallow layer of seawater on the sand as it retreats to low tide? I now know that the salt water that is left there … Continue reading
Deep snow drifts at the fringes of the tide line are transformed into icy chunks when they are hit by the ocean water. The patterns of the ice, snow and sand are almost fantastical. The tiny bit of purple coquina, … Continue reading
The pink shell fragment stood out so vividly on the frozen beach. There was no snow around this particular cluster . . . Almost as if the pink shell had melted it all away.
The beach was glorious yesterday! Wind-waves of sand and snow on shore, and a wild ocean beyond the tide line. Along the edge of the water, the frigid air had frozen sea foam and creeping water in fantastic patterns. Yes, … Continue reading
Look for the tiny root, or vine. It exactly follows the line of the shadow. Again I find myself amazed and the patterns that arrange themselves in nature.