Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I worked on 4 driftwood creations.
What joy to open the beach basket full of summer found treasures.
I was instantly transported back to the unusually warm mist that covered the beaches, the salt on my skin, the exposed sea life at low tide, silver blue waves crashing against jagged mountains of ancient stone.
Hand in hand, we collected shells, barnacles, feathers, wood and fossils.
The dog chased flocks of sea birds and frothy waves with doggy abandon.
Lost in those summer moments, with a new smile I created new treasures to share.