What Was in my Pocket

Well, not much!
The gentle winter has wreaked subtle havoc with my beachcombing. It takes big wild waves and wind and chaos to unearth [un-sand?] the treasured relics of my beach's past.

Instead the sand is nearly pristine...

a clamshell here,

a feather there...

Instead of gathering odd items I gathered images of larger flotsam....





Wouldn't this make an amazing table? It is well-constructed, of smooth heavy wood, quite large. 6' x 10'? 12'? The pale silvery grey is sunbleached aging, not paint. Satiny smooth. It just needs some cool old legs....oh and a forklift to get it home!

...and brought home only these few shards...below, a piece of a yelloware bowl or crock, quite rare.

some treasure bottles...

a length of rope...

a skeletonized whelk..,,

not pretty now but my trusty can of matte white Rustoleum will make it into a beauty in just minutes1

Too bad there's not Rustoleum make-up for me, huh? Zap...pretty!

remembering summer

Oh well...

love

            lizzy

gone to the beach.....