(Photos by: Brooklynhawaii & me)
Got to get in a little beach combing session yesterday and fuel my obsession for beach wood, old tattered shells, and chunks of seas glass. When I was younger my mom always collected beach wood, smooth rocks, and interesting trinkets of nature. At the time I thought she was just a crazy hippie lady and a little embarrassed that she kept a “Rock Garden” on the dashboard of our already embarrassing Isuzu truck. Haha.
Now I understand her interest in the natural beauty of aged, beaten things and completely adopted her aesthetic. I am that crazy hippie lady that keeps smooth rocks and beaten shells in her car. Just like my mom. There is definitely a beautiful quality about sea beaten wood, shells, rocks, glass, and anything else that makes it way to the sea. I cannot even describe the idea of the sea and my relationship with it because everything I do and love always seems to come back to the deep blue. That’ll have to be a lot of thinking and concision before I can come up with the words. A different post.. maybe even a different kind of blog.
But now I’m getting all weird and deep. I just want to sit here and stare at all my new lovelies from our beach combing adventure.