Collecting sea glass along the shores of Eastport, Maine I realize I reject pieces that aren’t etched enough, they are sharp and shine. I throw them back to be battered by the waves, salt and temperature fluctuations. They are too; new, naive. Life continues to throw me back so I may; add to my etchings, learn more, gain wisdom. I’m not done yet, bring on the elements!
Work in Progress
Love this.