by stones on the shore
More found photos… how I have always loved the patterns of stones by the water, the colours of wet and dry
Suddenly recalling a few lines from a sonnet by the old Bard:
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end;
each changing place with that which goes before, in sequent toil all forwards do contend.
– Wm Shakespeare
November 25, 2013 in Photoworks, Rocks by Marja-Leena
I do get homesick for those Northwest beaches. Lovely work.
Hattie, thanks, every place has its beauty, don’t you think?
I love these scenes. The wooden walkways in your previous post are reminiscent of our trip to New Zealand and Australia some years ago.
Tom, I’m pleased you like these and they recall happy memories. We have never been ‘Down Under’ though we have friends there.
Yes, the pebbles on this beach look far friendlier than many of the rocky beaches in these parts. Still, it’s always good to be near an ocean.
Susan, these are actually stones, not pebbles, but still friendly enough to walk on along the shore. Oh yes, I could not live away from an ocean anymore after 40 years of living near it.
The endless fascination of the fringes of the land: I too have so many photographs of pebbles. And as you say, each place has its own beauty. I love your quote – especially as today I was thinking that I really must deliberately make more slow moments for myself now that time seems to whip past at a ridiculous speed.
Olga, the many kinds of shores with sand, pebbles, stones, rocks are all beautiful and have given us so much pleasure – and numerous photos! Yes, to slowing down – though it’s partly not by choice for me.