I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson







Wednesday, February 22, 2012

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.....