Seaweed Garden
Moonstone Beach, Cambria, California
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves
shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the
homesick refugees of a long war. Loren Eiseley
Comments (26)
i hadn’t seen ANY of the photos on the front page. where have i been?! the cat ones are grrreat.
i must have really bad timing. heh. so, ten *virtual props*
gorgeous. and I love the quote!
I am seeing all sorts of things in this pic.
This and your previous beach pic are really talking to me… hmmm….
Mmm. French fries.
I want to walk there.
i wanna squish my toes in that.
I like this one.
Looks almost good enough to serve on a platter.
Cool! Looks like some alien landscape!
I wish I lived closer to a body of water that size. I would love to wander down somewhere secluded and think, dream, cry, or just be…. hmm,, some day,perhaps.
*~matthew~*
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This looks like the sargassus seaweed we used to find on our beaches. Remember the little fish and shrimp that were the same orangy color? We always get a lot of it and when it stays on the beach, the little sea life rots and the smell is so bad. How can something so beautiful get so ugly?
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And shoes and the beach just don’t go together. Sand on bare feet is like heaven to me. Even when the sand is dry and so hot as to burn the soles of my feet, I like it. It’s all part of the beach experience.
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I’m babbling, aren’t I?
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Your photographic work is profoundly moving, and your literary side is as profoundly moving. No-one but a reader with an aesthetic sensibility and an understanding of how words and the world echo each other could put together the kind of images and quotes you do. I don’t comment often, but I love your work.
Only you can make seaweed look so incredibly beautiful.
I really need to pin down ONE photo I cannot live without of yours.
:sunny: Looks alien and squishy!!!
I could sooooo go for that right now!
beautiful…:heartbeat: I love seeing your connections between quotation and photo.:fun:
I wonder why they call it “Moonstone Beach.” Do you know?
hey random props hit me baq sum thnx!
its the child in us that gets happy and content with what is simple… its being the child of the earth that makes us remember where we began and where we will end… i like that..
Wonderful photo! I love walking the beach here in Alaska – the tides can be greater that 35 feet and at low tide there are many strange creatures exposed.
ON POINT PHOTOGRAPHY..I CAN FEEL THE MOOD. I WANT TO BE THERE
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lisa
i remember spending the odd summer on the seaside on the ocean in Oregon as a child, my brother and i combing through the debris after a storm. dead crabs, sea dollars, urchins, fish, poking at them with sticks, throwing them at each other…drawing lines in wet sand, running amok like our hair was on fire while pop rocks exploded in our mouths and we later watched American cartoons we’d not had in Canada ….
memories.
your work is so provocative, ma cherie.
thumbs up.
I have spent many hours on the beaches around Cambria. Looking at your picture instantly brought back that damp fresh breezy feeling you get when walking on the beach barefoot in the early day.
I really love your work and the poetry you pick to describe it. You are a light in my life.
love this photo :sunny: