The man in the above photo has adopted the default posture for anyone walking on a beach. Why are we so drawn to the things we see lying on the sand?I find beach combing very much like gardening. It’s sort of similar to my morning garden “inspections,” deadheading and pulling a weed here and there. Very relaxing.
The nearest beach to our house is an open ocean beach, sandy, but strewn with pebbles, especially in the winter. And they’re beautiful! I cannot tell you how many times I’ve come home with a few in my pockets, or I discover one in my pocket months after I stashed it. And I have little stones all over the house, on window sills and tables. Not all of them are of local provenance. I indulge my habit when I travel, too.
The other day, I found another heart-shaped pebble to add to my collection. How did my eye focus on it, with so many others in my field of vision? Maybe because it’s white.
Just another day at the beach.