Tracey in Maine

There’s a wooded path near my house that takes about five minutes to walk in one direction.  It is amazing what’s to be found in such a short length.

The following images are of rocks and shells and bits of colored glass found on different New England beaches this summer.  I photographed them yesterday after placing them in a bowl I had rediscovered, a beautiful dark clay vessel lined with ridges.  Eventually I filled the bowl with water.  I snapped photos throughout the day whenever whimsy struck.  Near dusk I decided I should empty the bowl before mosquitoes began to breed.  Just as I drained the last drop, the bowl cracked in my hands.  An unseen flaw had been exacerbated by the weight of water.  In an instant, I was reminded of the beauty found in fragile things.

Today, as I worked with the images, admiring the visual expression of soft colors and hard edges and glimpses of the bowl now gone, I was reminded of a series of conversations I’ve been having with people about empathy and compassion…

I’ve been admiring the morning glories in my landlord’s garden for a while now.  Amazing how those vines progress across the yard and how the colors of the flowers morph over time.

Not sure why but today I felt compelled to slip into the garden with a pair of scissors.

Stealthy though I felt, the landlord doesn’t mind anyone cutting a bloom or two.

I may have cut a few more than that.

Handling the blooms, photographing them … it was a nice way to start the day.  Hope you have a good day too. 😉