Twice daily walks on the beach, yield an abundance of visual treasures. Often this includes so much more than fragments of pretty seashells. I am particularly drawn to the oddities. The pieces that appear out of nowhere and make me scratch my head wondering why, why here, why now?
Like the decaying coconut with the sand-crusted surface, washed way up into the sparse grass, significantly beyond the high water mark. I’ve not seen coconut palms here on Perigean Beach. Did it float over from a foreign shore? I will never know.
The Pandanus fragment has a simpler story. Pandanus trees are everywhere around this area and close by this beach. It is this particular piece that I find fascinating, the size, the fibers, the markings, and the rich earth tones. If this were from the animal world, it would be a ham hock.
I just adore this unique composition of exotic sea weeds. Like some deep water poet collected these specimens and created this visual haiku. Then releasing it at just the right moment, so it might smile at me, calling out to my camera. I still marvel at all that had to occur, in order for this arrangement to come to rest, right here, in this moment.
This final haphazard feeling collection of plant forms, comes from the nearby dunes. Blown about by the wind and composed by the rolling surf. It reminds me of an abstract painting I might see in a contemporary gallery, or even a museum. I’m certain there are painters who find their inspiration in similar tide washed compositions. Seeing this one, I am tempted to put brush to canvas myself. Ah, perhaps another day. For now I will take great pleasure in the ever changing gallery on these sands.
To wide open lenses, and wide open hearts . . . Glen