Really, the sand is the star of this photo.
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Clearly, this is not a tide line photograph. Walking the timeline, though, is teaching me to look closely at the world around me. This photo was taken as I cleaned up and weeded my garden yesterday after Tuesday night’s fierce storms ravaged our area. We were fortunate to have no damage other than a yard full of sticks.
This web in a boxwood captured and suspended the final droplets of rain without breaking. It took my breath away!
A Small, Blue Dot
Quiet in the Morning
This is a photograph that I find very meditative, so peaceful.
When I walk the tide line, my mood can dictate the types of still lifes that I notice. Conversely, certain arrangements can be a catalyst for particular moods.
This small clam with the pebble and sand grains in its bowl was just beyond the reach of a receding tide line, and it was gone just a few washes later. In those few moments on the tide line, this arrangement offered me a lovely respite from morning’s jumbled thoughts.
It still does today.
The Treasures Underfoot
Still Life Composition of Shell, Ocean, and Light
The beauty of this still life is that it is all here in a size that would fit in the palm of a hand.
The curves and rim of this particular mussel shell are especially sensuous. The scattering of sand in its bowl, deposited by the tide, is placed perfectly, gently. The so-tiny splashes of water enhance the interior of the shell and the grains of sand that are contained within it.
What I find most lovely, though is the light that is captured by gleaming white interior of the shell. The sunlight accentuates the scalloping pattern, and creates a small iridescent patch. A hidden rainbow.
Most of the time, the still lifes that I find are larger, more traditional and fitting to art’s description of a still life. Here, though, the arrangement is composed of not multiple different objects, but of the land, sea, and sky together.
Shell, ocean, and light perfectly composed to delight.
I wonder how many tiny treasures such as this one I miss when I walk the tide line . . .