The nice soft powdery snow I fell into on my last visit here has hardened and iced over, so I bypassed the direct scramble down the rocky bluff and took a more roundabout path to the beach. Even at the…
Plastic, Hulls Cove, January 29, 2011 Bits of plastic and other trash from the Hulls Cove Beach. Sorry, sea glass lovers, the red and orange are plastic bits. Ever since I read about the huge garbage patches trapped in the…
Beachcombing in the snow is an adventure. Climbing down the rocky bluff to the Hulls Cove beach, I misjudged the depth of snow over a stone and tumbled awkwardly down the hill. Not quite head-over-heels, more of a shoulder-over-shoulder roll.…
On New Year’s Day I climbed down the snow-covered rocks to spend a lovely half hour on the beach. The day was unusually warm, maybe in the high 40s and the sun even came out for a bit! I haven’t…
Sand Beach, November 25, 2010 I don’t photograph everything I pick up on the beach. Sometimes it doesn’t all fit. Sometimes a shell or feather won’t show up against the white background. And sometimes an object just isn’t interesting but…
…but I was having coffee with a friend and somehow the idea came up of photographing my enormous collection of vintage glass Christmas balls. I was so excited by the idea I just about abandoned her in the cafe to…
My single-minded pursuit of beachcombed treasure, gridded compositions and perfect lighting this summer must have rubbed off on my kids. At some point back in July my son and one of his buddies went beachcombing on their own and brought…
I rarely go to the Shore Path in the summer because it’s so crowded. But Treasure Beach was sort of under construction, and the Bar was full of people, and I go there all winter anyway, but I never beachcomb…
These were a gift from a friend who lives in Florida. They are tiny; some are only a 1/4 of an inch tall! But I love the way this photo came out. I think it is one of my favorites…
My husband wanted hen clams for chowder, so we packed up the family and headed to Clark Cove for the evening’s low tide. My husband and son got their snorkel gear on and started hunting, the girls splashed around and…
