"It's not courage if you're not terrified." - D. Blagdan
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Nietzsche
It's like a little baby rock. You could gather these up, and package them in boxes and sell them .As Pets. You could call them..... Pet Rocks. Naaah. Never mind. Nobody would buy them. Or would they?
Every image I look at leaves me saying, "Yeah." And that's all there is. Everything and nothing. The sea itself. I think sea shells are magic because they show any bit of whatever is there can become home, can become a work of art, can become a reason to stop and stare.
Walking this beach, I sometimes wonder if some shells are actually stones. Sometimes I just don't know. But it doesn't matter. Earth his earth, home is home.
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Mmm I want to take the sand and let it run throw my fingers....
This is just really gorgeous. I love the colors of the stone and the swirls in the sand.
That sand.. I want to feel it..
Under my feet..
Feel the stone against my cheek.
Mmm..
It's like a little baby rock. You could gather these up, and package them in boxes and sell them .As Pets. You could call them..... Pet Rocks. Naaah. Never mind. Nobody would buy them. Or would they?
Every image I look at leaves me saying, "Yeah." And that's all there is. Everything and nothing. The sea itself. I think sea shells are magic because they show any bit of whatever is there can become home, can become a work of art, can become a reason to stop and stare.
Walking this beach, I sometimes wonder if some shells are actually stones. Sometimes I just don't know. But it doesn't matter. Earth his earth, home is home.
wow this is beautiful with the light to the right of the image....
nature's bed...
show off ... that is a wonderful macro
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