Sunset Beach

"As many as the shells that are on the shore, so many are the pains of love; the darts that wound are steeped in much poison. " ~ Ovid

I collect shells. I have antique glass containers filled with ones I find each time I visit the beach in the summer. I gather a few at a time. Only perfect, unblemished shells. The broken ones are tossed back into the ocean. Salmon-colored scallop shells are my favorite and fill most of the jars. I don't know why I seek them out. I've lived at the ocean most of my life so they are not really souvenirs in that sense. Maybe it's just a remembrance of the day and a way of bringing a small piece of the ocean into my home.

By The Seashore

Birds and Poets

"The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds -- how many human aspirations are realised in their free, holiday-lives -- and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!"

John Burroughs, Birds and Poets, 1887

Silent Symphony

Sea-Winds

She Took Her Own Picture

I am part of a book that is being published soon by the Female Self Portrait Artists Support Group (FSPASG) from Flickr.com. The book, "She Took Her Own Picture", is a selection of images from 44 female photographers from around the globe who have turned the camera on themselves. The almost year long project was a group effort combining the many talents of the women involved.

I will provide more information and a link to purchase when it becomes available. The photo here is merely an advert, not the book's cover.

New Beginnings

Miles and I would like to welcome you to my blog. I will be here primarily to spotlight my photography. It's also about life.....mine of course, and what is happening in my world.