it's not the golden leaves or boots and sweater weather. yet. but just now there is that familiar shift in the light, a welcome chill at nightfall, a hush when we realize the cicadas have stopped croaking. for a moment or two. a time to consider if i may be ready to finish unpacking my bag from vacation...
every summer the beach we walk and comb offers something a little different. if you are observant and come back to the same place once a year, you may notice this, too. washed up along the cold wet sandy border of our big lake we have found among the stones and pebbles an abundance of birch bark one season, tiny broken shells the next, and oddly, last year, tiparillo tips everywhere we looked. but 2011 happened to be a very good year for face rocks.
tiny frosted jewels of beach glass,
and my favorite; alabaster. both smooth and rough. i may attempt to carve some of the larger stones... more research is necessary.
gleaned from the beach. driftwood, bone, feather, rust, peach pits, walnuts, acorn. my inclination more often is to choose ephemeral collections. they last only as long as it takes to photograph them. i did bring that awesome piece of rusty metal home, tho :)
it's been a long time since i looked thru the boxes where my button collection is stored. to really examine and admire them, to hold each one in my hand. so i devoted some time this week to sit beside the window every morning and arrange them on a piece of grey velvet. layer by layer, i worked my way down to the bottom of the pink paper box, taking photos. celluloid, leather, mother of pearl. plastic, metal, glass and bakelite. it became a quiet little ritual i looked forward to almost as much as my big cups of coffee. since so many people mentioned how much they love buttons, too, i thought i would post them here.