Ditching the studio
is sometimes a nice
a new creative outlook..
so we headed to the beach last week..
before all the spring breakers hit the sands..
we arrived early..
and had the place to ourselves..
which is so nice..
being alone affords you the luxury of combing..
and the best shells are under the seaweed of course..
after Hurricane Irma,
the beach was in rough shape,
but they have really cleaned it up and it is back to normal now..
what a balm for the soul..
warm, powder sand and the sound of waves..
I brought back a couple of shells for my collection..
and kept my snacks under wraps..
or the thieves below would have enjoyed them...
I have a large collection of small pearl shells..
and they made me think about
working with torn and ruffled edges
in paper once again..
funny how one thing will remind you of another..