It started with this dog... the wheel dog on the right, closest to you, Chasseur.
...who passed over the Rainbow Bridge...
...and this appeared...
...and then I just kept finding more...
I haven't gone looking for hearts, not the way you look for shells on a beach... they just show up. Right there, where you least expect them. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...
This seems to be one of those natural shapes, like the spiral of seashells or DNA, the branching shapes of tree or river ("dendritic"), the bilateral symmetry of most animals, and the radial symmetry of echinoderms. Sometimes you have to look a little harder, but the shape seems to be everywhere.
Below: birds planted a series of trees along the fence (they poop out the seeds). I wound the mulberries into loopy shapes to support the ancient fence. I did not try to make hearts shapes... they happened.
This seems to be one of those natural shapes, like the spiral of seashells or DNA, the branching shapes of tree or river ("dendritic"), the bilateral symmetry of most animals, and the radial symmetry of echinoderms. Sometimes you have to look a little harder, but the shape seems to be everywhere.
Below: birds planted a series of trees along the fence (they poop out the seeds). I wound the mulberries into loopy shapes to support the ancient fence. I did not try to make hearts shapes... they happened.
I heart Betterton beach
In a few short hours at Betterton Beach MD, at the end of the Sassafras River, I stumbled upon these. Mostly rocks shaped by wind and tide and sand, but one is a bit of beach wrack, vine and twig. Betterton town has about 300 permanent residents and a tiny jewel of a beach. Beach glass can be found here, as well as winter driftwood and one beaver chewed stick.
I heart Elk Neck beach
Elk Neck State Park MD, lies at the top of the bay, as in that line in that song "sittin at the top of the bay, watchin the tide roll away". This bay is the Chesapeake, actually the drowned feet of the Susquehanna River. A "neck" is what they call a peninsula on the bay. Elk Neck is a bit of green space where the Susquehanna flows into the bay proper. At the end of the neck is a small white tower, Turkey Point Light. Here, the beach is, like the rest of the Bay sandy, but with many cobbles and pebbles. This day in April 2017, we beachcombed under silver skies for sea glass, driftwood and oddly shaped rocks...
I heart Chincoteague and Assateague
on the way there...
I have "driveway moments" listening to NPR, those times when the story's so good you have to sit idling in your driveway for awhile. Sometimes driveways reveal other treasures...a stop for gas on a road trip or a glance at your own driveway before you leave reveals strange things...
