Friends, I’ve only posted a handful of photographs that are not a tide line still life, but today I am posting this. Last year, at age one, this granddaughter hated (and I don’t use that word lightly) the beach. The sight (and roar, I think) of the ocean started the tears, touching the sand turned the whimpers into a flood.
This past weekend, though, was different. There was still the hesitance when we carried her down the steps and onto the beach, but then the wonder began. Mixing scoops of sand into a bucket of water gathered by her Pop was a fun discovery … and then this. There was a tentative walk to the edge of the tide line and a long, wonder-filled look at the vastness and majesty in front of her.
May this small child never lose wonder of the tide line, and the ocean that lies beyond.
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.
I rarely photograph bits of humanity on the beach, but could not resist this. A tiny bit of a child’s toy washed up with the tide reminds me of all that is wonderful about the beach for a child: sitting … Continue reading →