Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Thoughts on the Vernal Equinox

The first moment of the first day of spring: hope




Imperfect specimens washed up on the beach: aren't we all?



In brokenness lies beauty

7 comments:

jo(e) said...

Beautiful.

Dalissa 365 said...

These are gorgeous! And, very ironic. I just posted a poem about identifying with a shell on LP two days ago. The shell I wrote about has prickly spines, though, but I feel it apropos to share the poem here with your beautiful photos:

One of a kind just like a million others
intermingled and dependent on each other

Prickly spines worn smooth from water washing over

Water, calm and angry, shifting and still
within and without
containing me, moving me, within me

Voluptuous bulges, showing strength, easily crushed

LauraLiz said...

I absolutely love the last one...the shape, the "movement," the color, the shadow, the simplicity that is really complexity...you caught it all.

julieunplugged said...

Love your visual poem... and to think I'll see it tomorrow!

Katrina365 said...

Gorgeous sunrise & beautiful close-up of the shell. These are excellent! You are quite the photographer, Beth.

Ampersand said...

I love all three of them, but the last one is just sublime!

SusansPlace said...

Looks like you are having a great time of discovery there at the beach! I'm enjoying the photos.
I love seashells.

Susan