Black Heart
I am always startled and delighted to find a ‘heart rock’. Not long after Hurricane Sandy, I came across this on the tide line in NJ. I can’t determine what it is made of; it may even be a long-tumbled … Continue reading
I am always startled and delighted to find a ‘heart rock’. Not long after Hurricane Sandy, I came across this on the tide line in NJ. I can’t determine what it is made of; it may even be a long-tumbled … Continue reading
. . . And I am not sure it was really no longer alive when this photo was taken. Who can tell? This organism has no obvious internal or external organs, no remnants of an orifice. Yet, it casts a … Continue reading
The edge of the tide. A white pebble. Only many days later did I notice the single grain of sand on the pebble.
Although tumbled into benign smoothness by the ocean, this stone’s color and shape declare it as fierce!
It’s that kind of morning – like this small shell, obviously tumbled in the waves. Look closely, though, to spot a tiny bit of quartz crystal by the top of the shell. It’s a lesson for me in this one … Continue reading
This photo was taken just as the tide line retreated, capturing the bubbles in the shell’s spiral. It was a lucky shot, as the tide then came right back, reclaimed the shell, and reminded me of who owns the beach!
I absolutely love the juxtaposition of these two pebbles. It is both simple and complex in color, form, and line. The two minuscule grains of sand, one on each pebble, draw me into the arrangement.
It was a momentary jar of the senses when I came across this on the tideline. It was as if the shell, long separated from its host, was trying to be noticed.
How often have I stood by water’s edge at night, looking high into the dark for falling stars, when they have been at my feet all along?
A single gull foot print, a piece of broken shell, an oak leaf scrap. The weight of a bird, future limestone, the remains of a tree’s season. Animal, vegetable, or mineral? All of the above.