Gnarly
I am not sure what kind of shell this is, but it sure is gnarly compared to the surrounding shells; almost like an old guy holding court, or telling a story of days gone by. The sand on this particular … Continue reading
I am not sure what kind of shell this is, but it sure is gnarly compared to the surrounding shells; almost like an old guy holding court, or telling a story of days gone by. The sand on this particular … Continue reading
. . . Much more than a rolling stone. I love how the shell fragments and the stick became stuck in the pinecone as it blew across the beach and tumbled to the tide line, where I found it.
Not much green visible on beach or front yards today here in the northeast! I do like the simplicity of this pebble and sand grains, though, regardless my need to post a cheery color today.
I could look at this still life for a very long time and not tire of it. It is so soothing.
Land and sea, living and dead . . . Combine as one delicate still life.
Another shadow still life. When I was very young, I memorized the following poem. My aunt taught it to me to accompany a lovely sculpture entitled ‘Song’ that was once in the Hirshhorn Museum Sculpture Garden in Washington. Unfortunately I … Continue reading
The wee creatures who created the air holes are as much a part of the composition as the leaf. Sort of anonymous artists. The compulsive part of me, though, wishes that the angle of the leaf was exactly parallel to … Continue reading
Sure, it looked like a simple crab claw . . . I am loving the inclusion of light as an integral component of still life; not just to set the tone or mood, but as a structural part of the … Continue reading
Graceful lines, animated structure. Gentle still life.
Absolutely perfectly circular bubbles remained in this mussel moments after the tide receded. They echoed the several air holes in the surrounding sand. Balance!