patterns and colours

beachcombings on the Isles of Scilly… i love to arrange and look at all the colours and patterns and histories and stories in the shards of beauty i find on the shore. sometimes it takes patience and concentration, lost in a world of sifting and staring at the ground; i have to force myself to look up and take in my surroundings. why this constant search for treasure and colour? i don’t know..

the egg

an egg in hand, not sure where i took this but i like it…

Some wistful old beachcombing work…

Mirrors, mirrors on the wall… pretty and desolate, ephemera covered mirrors with relics washed up by the sea.  I love the ground down, faded quality of objects disgorged by the waves.