Beckonings on the Beach

"Hear" these photos. What is calling us?

Or consider the names I have created for these images. Try matching my names with the photos. If you don’t "get" my answer, yours is right.

For me, contemplating these gifts is surrendering to nature and spirit. They beckon, telling us we are part of a larger being.

Here are those names (Not in the order of appearance.)

Drawn to the sea
Elbow
Face in the log
Reeds
The Arch
Arrangement
Sand ghosts
Whorl
Entry

(You can click on each to make it larger so that one image fills your screen.)

But, really, what (or who) are these beyond words? Who are they in the tumbling breath of surf, the distant squawk of gulls, the beat of your heart...?

Thaw Sculptures

Melting snow absorbs warmth we cannot sense with mere flesh.

Snow feels micro-radiance from rock, twig, table leg and three-day-old boot print.

On our patio snowfield. today’s thaw sculpted miniature dunes, caves, a torso, free-form tongues of white.

Such shapes we have not seen before.

Or could it be we never noticed?