The weather is still holding true for the beach-combing treks. I take my three year old son with me, along with a Tonka truck in tow, to my favorite spot. He is very content to dig in the sand, toss rocks into the ocean, and collect reams of broken oyster shells as ‘treasure’ or ‘clues’ (aka Blue’s Clues… tv program for wee ones..)as he likes to reference them.
It’s funny how I’ve noticed that one small section of the beach strip I frequent will yield the rarest colors for me. Cobalt blue is very rare where I go, but in one spot I continually find a small nugget about the same size as the last find.. only about the size of a pea. I’ve also found some lovely shades of green (palest colors) and lavender.
Earlier this winter at a craft fair I was a vendor in, I chatted amicably with the gal next to me who was a sea-glass artisan (jewelery). We joked about how the sea-glass from around here lacks the romantic history that could be found elsewhere in the world. Instead of being able to say it washed up from the Titanic, for example, we are limited to telling the truth;that it is merely the remnants of some drunken barn-dance that took place along the beach with a group of unruly teens!
Nevertheless, the sand and tides grind and churn its broken bits into wonderful gems of the sea. It’s impossible for me to walk on a beach now with my head up.. I’ve tried, and I can’t, its virtually impossible. I think its a condition.. likely known as sea-glass syndrome or something of the sort…
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- A good day’s haul!
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- some of the variations of the greens, from seafoam to olive
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- lavenders with the two cobalt nuggets now in my possession
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- shards of pottery and some agates and shells complete the mix of finds
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- beautiful whites that range in tint from the palest of blues to lavender
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- greens.. the brightest ones and the easiest to spot!
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- some great browns that look like amber gold when the sun shines through them
