The beachcomber

With little else to do on a beach far from the madding crowd, I am in my element. Every stone, shell, sea-weeded tideline offers up a vignette for the meditative eye.

Safe from the perils of the Atlantic, I am thankful to be shorebound with only the rhythmic sounds of surf and intermittent cry of gulls
The pools left behind take the form of sharks and rays

I never cease to admire the artistry and diversity of all these life forms (click for detailed view)

or the Zen of tidal deposits which I can never capture – without some artifice!

I’ll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;

And in a jewelled solitude I’ll mould my life anew,
And nestling close to Nature’s heart, I’ll learn at last . . . to live.

The Beachcomber ~ Robert William Service