|Pen and ink? Nope: Water, wind and sand.|
One more for the “it pays to look down” files.
On a lovely May day, I was lucky enough to walk along the beach in Ocean City, NJ.
The sea foamed and flowed, the sandpipers sped along, tiny legs a blur, and I strolled. No place I had to be; no to-do I had to do. A gift of a day.
I watched the water hard at work, pushing and pulling sand along the shore. The wind joined in, and what they left behind literally stopped me in my tracks.
Art was at my feet. Art that would be swept away with the next high tide — and replaced by new creations.
Mother Nature’s got talent.
|Another sand painting.|