October Hunting
October 13, 2007 by seaglassgirl
The other night, the tide was gentle and soft, mother nature slurping the bottom of her big ocean soup or a dog dog licking and messy and happy with no care to what gets wet.
Catch of the Day
I found my first piece of blue. I knew I would. I’d love to say I could sniff it out of the ocean’s air or sensed it. I did sense it but I had clues. My daughter, and a friend, both found blue pieces in the last week. I guess I knew the blues were swimming and I’d find their other pieces.
1 blue, a stunning color, wasn’t as smooth or cloudy as most pieces. I wonder, were it another color, if I would have taken it home. I was so glad to see a blue that I did not let it become a glorious sanded down, naturally tumbled stone. Do we do that often with things we assign high value too? Do we rob them of their chance to become more full and whole and natural because we want to cherish them as we are and don’t want to lose them to the ocean or fate? If it were a piece, less “special” I might not have revered it as much. I don’t want to lose any joy in my catching of the common and typical ones, the joy of finding the clear pieces. To “humble” me I found a perfect shade of blue, bent over, excited and it was the ring of plastic on the top of milk. What is art and beauty when it comes to “found objects” and art is as subjective as anything else.
Speaking of white glass, perhaps the Oct. dusk makes different colors pop in and out of the scan of my eyes. White can be so secretive. A wet piece of sea glass and a dry gray rock look identical. This is a new season of hunting for me with more chill and sound and excitement.
1 large mostly clear white piece, rough, but so textured with lines that it was compelling, an incomplete piece, unusual, striking with ridges and edges 8 pieces of brown in similar light rootbear color, thing and in all different shapes, one is almost 2 inches long and ovalish round and interesting
3 very dark and thick brown bottle bottoms. One has the number 40. one has the number 12. once is without number and all very soft at the edges but with texture
a stunning thick light green,
1 pale yellowish green
4 green fragments
1 huge heart-shaped rock
1 piece of pottery, pie-shaped (a small piece)
a thin sliver of green ceramic – thought it was sea glass and has a glassy shiny look but no sharp edges
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