Awe - this reminds me of some driftwood sculptures I had forgotten about. My grandfather "made" them by sticking them onto pebble bases - they were care worn, smooth and rugged altogether and I loved them - and beautiful, they were simply, naturally beautiful. One in particular i adored which, in a certain light, lokked exactly like a figure on its knees, bowed to the earth or cupping the tide from an imaginary ocean.
I wasn't allowed to bring them to NZ for bio-security reasons. I might make some of my own now though.
hi penny - thanks. i was so surprised to find it. i know that it wasn't there the last time i visited the beach. but the waves have done their work beautifully. steven
hi rachel - that's a really lovely memory to revisit. you'd think that a piece of driftwood - once it dried - would be more or less biologically inert. sad that you couldn't keep them with you because they are obviously powerful in your life. i'm glad that you enjoyed these pictures. steven
This stirred memories of days gone by and in 1976 I flew to Victoria, BC to see, in the flesh, two pen pals of mine. What a trip it was and what nice people. They are, now, ashes on the floor of the Pacific near the island they called home. Howard and Esme.
The weathered wood was one of Howard's greatest finds and he walked the beaches on the island picking up the most gnarled knots that floated across the ocean from who knows where?
He took them home and eventually carved beautiful things from them. I will make myself a note to publish one of his creations.
Very nice find! "watching the sea" .There is so much beach wood here, I rather take it for granted- see how you open eyes? I will think about the life that it once was forevermore and the beauty it has become. Especially the madrona.
dan - i thought the same when i uploaded this posting but i thought that perhaps people would miss that but here you are with your sensitive soul eye. steven
willow thankyou so much. i hope to go back and see it again sometime if it stays there. i imagine that spring storms will change the shape of the beach and all its little parts. steven
hey abe thankyou for this story. i have never seen the carved knots that you, my brother and many other people talk about as commonplace on the west coast. i think i'd like to. thanks for visiting and leaving your kind comment. steven
linda sue - it's so cool for me to have my eyes opened by the words and pictures of people like yourself who see this world very much through their own eyes and have the talent to share that vision. it has changed me and for the better i think!! so thankyou. steven
crafty green thankyou so much for your kind comment. nature is extraordinary - at each and every stage of a life's existence there's beauty of some sort to be found. steven
hey brian! i was amazed at the time and each time i look at the image i'm brought to wonder at its journey. what forces placed it behind those two great boulders? steven
Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteAwe - this reminds me of some driftwood sculptures I had forgotten about. My grandfather "made" them by sticking them onto pebble bases - they were care worn, smooth and rugged altogether and I loved them - and beautiful, they were simply, naturally beautiful. One in particular i adored which, in a certain light, lokked exactly like a figure on its knees, bowed to the earth or cupping the tide from an imaginary ocean.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't allowed to bring them to NZ for bio-security reasons. I might make some of my own now though.
Thank you, Steven. Truly.
hi penny - thanks. i was so surprised to find it. i know that it wasn't there the last time i visited the beach. but the waves have done their work beautifully. steven
ReplyDeletehi rachel - that's a really lovely memory to revisit. you'd think that a piece of driftwood - once it dried - would be more or less biologically inert. sad that you couldn't keep them with you because they are obviously powerful in your life. i'm glad that you enjoyed these pictures. steven
ReplyDeleteA fabulous piece of found artwork. Great verse to accompany it, too.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what tales the tree has to tell! A most evocative photo, Steven.
ReplyDeleteHow's it possible, Steven, this tree between two boulders, uprooted and settling there under the crashing waves? Marvelous.
ReplyDeleteIt is perfectly shaped and sculpted, and placed right where it is. Wow.
ReplyDeleteIt's wonderful how the wear had emphasized the grain.
ReplyDeleteThe form reminds me of a human torso wedged in rocks bravely facing the sea.
ReplyDeleteSeeking shelter as do we all??
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Steven!
Fantastic shot, Steven, and in my humble opinion, very frame-worthy!
ReplyDeleteThis stirred memories of days gone by and in 1976 I flew to Victoria, BC to see, in the flesh, two pen pals of mine. What a trip it was and what nice people. They are, now, ashes on the floor of the Pacific near the island they called home. Howard and Esme.
ReplyDeleteThe weathered wood was one of Howard's greatest finds and he walked the beaches on the island picking up the most gnarled knots that floated across the ocean from who knows where?
He took them home and eventually carved beautiful things from them. I will make myself a note to publish one of his creations.
Thank you Steven for this post.
Very nice find! "watching the sea" .There is so much beach wood here, I rather take it for granted- see how you open eyes? I will think about the life that it once was forevermore and the beauty it has become. Especially the madrona.
ReplyDeleteoh gosh that's beautiful...
ReplyDeleteAnd I though the icicle sea lion was a find! Wow...you make me feel like I'm leading a positively boring life when it comes to taking walks.
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
dave - there it was - found art!!! steven
ReplyDeletecaroline wouldn't you love to know the journey of its life to this point?!! steven
ReplyDeleteelisabeth - and then you take that lovely question and extend it into yourself. how is it possible that i am where and who i am?! steven
ReplyDeletereya - you can run your mind's hands over it and know it's perfect form!!! steven
ReplyDeletegolden west - it was a luscious golden brown and the grain was smooth and rich! steven
ReplyDeletedan - i thought the same when i uploaded this posting but i thought that perhaps people would miss that but here you are with your sensitive soul eye. steven
ReplyDeleter. burnett baker - we all do and in something of a similar fashion. hunkered in between two solid forms. steven
ReplyDeletewillow thankyou so much. i hope to go back and see it again sometime if it stays there. i imagine that spring storms will change the shape of the beach and all its little parts. steven
ReplyDeletehey abe thankyou for this story. i have never seen the carved knots that you, my brother and many other people talk about as commonplace on the west coast. i think i'd like to. thanks for visiting and leaving your kind comment. steven
ReplyDeletelinda sue - it's so cool for me to have my eyes opened by the words and pictures of people like yourself who see this world very much through their own eyes and have the talent to share that vision. it has changed me and for the better i think!! so thankyou. steven
ReplyDeletecrafty green thankyou so much for your kind comment. nature is extraordinary - at each and every stage of a life's existence there's beauty of some sort to be found. steven
ReplyDeleteoh hope not on your life!!! i'm amazed on your walks as are all of your lucky visitors. steven
ReplyDeletethat is an amazing find...
ReplyDeletehey brian! i was amazed at the time and each time i look at the image i'm brought to wonder at its journey. what forces placed it behind those two great boulders? steven
ReplyDeleteIsn't that beautiful.... and sexy!
ReplyDeleteHow mysterious!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully captured.
What spectacular evidence of how we are shaped by events that we can't foresee and that beauty loves to surprise us.
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