Imperfect specimens washed up on the beach: aren't we all?
In brokenness lies beauty
Beth 365: My life in pictures ... what inspires me, what I'm learning, who I'm sharing time with, what makes me tick.
Beth 365: My life in pictures ... what inspires me, what I'm learning, who I'm sharing time with, what makes me tick.
7 comments:
Beautiful.
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
I absolutely love the last one...the shape, the "movement," the color, the shadow, the simplicity that is really complexity...you caught it all.
Love your visual poem... and to think I'll see it tomorrow!
Gorgeous sunrise & beautiful close-up of the shell. These are excellent! You are quite the photographer, Beth.
I love all three of them, but the last one is just sublime!
Looks like you are having a great time of discovery there at the beach! I'm enjoying the photos.
I love seashells.
Susan
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