the ebb and flow of the tide
- like anything that comes and goes -
leaves behind little forms
of such vulnerability
of such fragility and fineness
that their very presence
seems entirely unlikely
and yet
there they are
cast in gentle filagrees
softly spread across a field of sand
in this way
they are
so much like people
washed up on the shore of this world
11 comments:
washed up and strewn so gracefully!
I feel a touch flotsam and jetsam tonight. Thanks for putting my feeling into words, Steve.
mmmmm, yes, just so.
linda sue - for an inland boy, the beach is a treasure trove not only of things to see but things to touch. well everything but the protoplasmic blobs. steven
elisabeth - even in the magical world of steven there are mornings that begin that way, days that become that way, even end that way. hang on tight and the good stuff'll all come back. steven
valerianna, ohhhh yes. steven
Strewn About but perfect just the way they are. A gentle post.
lovely
So thoughtful and so true - and lovely photographs too steven.
Sounds like the real strength of nature to me, steven.
Love it.
Prince Edward Island's varieties of seaweed look remarkably like our own here along the Pacific, although our sand color is strikingly different. Lovely!
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