Here’s a gallery of [what strike me as] especially noteworthy images from 3 days of exploring, mostly on the Port Clyde side of Marshall Point (though there are a few from Drift Inn, from March 5th). Among other things thought as I made the page, some remind me of Walker Evans’ stealth photographs on the New York subway: people caught unguarded, thinking their own thoughts. And why not imagine that rocks think their own thoughts, just perhaps more slowly than people do.
Some need titles, or explanation, but I leave that for another time. At the moment, the set is basically for my own contemplation of the results of 3 very intense sessions in new territory.
(this one provoked me to carry water to Marshall Point, and to anoint rocks to bring forth their colors)
Sand is an ephemeral medium, intermediate in particle size between the rock which is its parent material and the ever-finer slurry of yet-further abraded silicacious dust. Easily transported by wind and water, sand flows in turbulent and chaotic motion. The emergent forms are transitory: winds and waves build and re-build patterns, sifting particles by size and weight to build dunes and ridges. The willing eye may find aesthetic pleasure in the incessant sculpting and deposition, and the imagination may be awakened to find creatures whose brief lives are rarely documented. Here are a few examples from the last week’s expeditions to Drift Inn beach, less than 2 miles from home (and see a larger sand gallery including examples from the last decade or so).
This image contains the marvelous detail below:
The lady below seems to bloom from the swirl of the upper image:
and another, a begowned goat-faced personage with claws:
A dragon materializes:
…and a rather dopey yellow being arrives as the upper image is unfolded:
Here’s one that seems to have all sorts of possibilities:
and I’ve just begun to excavate them:
And this one, so obviously some sort of heffalumpy pachyderm, seems to have a dancer included: