Between a granule and a cobble, and chipped from the hybridised mineral formation of clastic rocks, pebbles thus come in many colours to catch the magpie eye of the beachcomber cum wishful geologist, such as myself.
Shaped smooth by the seas’ rolling waves, those of the tidal river keep their chip-off-the-block edges much longer and thus colour and geometry combine to entice the beholder.
Away from the miscellany of the shingle strand, pebbles lose some of their magical glamour, rather like seaweed hung out to dry. Nevertheless I shall probably always scour and scrutinise the foreshore for that extra special keepsake – or even for that pebbledash photo opportunity!
Prosography for the RagTagDaily Prompt: Pebble
PoetryPix 
Clever title and nice photo.
thank you David – if my knees were more flexible I could have gone in closer to the pebbles – (I prefer not to crop and did not have zoom lens with me). Even so knowing how and where to frame these ‘busy’ scenes is ultimately a matter of taste – the seaweed was the first focal point
Just at the moment I have to be careful where I’m walking let alone kneeling or crouching down but I try to avoid cropping when ever possible. It’s the type of shot that I would have used a roll of film on in the past trying different compositions. Nowadays I’ll only shot a few versions so some reason despite using digital.
no doubt you are feeling rather cropped yourself in this in-between recovery stage
Love the “or even for that pebbledash photo opportunity!” Laura 🙂
am partial to a pun 😉 and thank you for the prompt
You’re welcome Laura 🙂