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Sea lines

I took lots of sand ripples and seaweed and stuff, but will settle for one of my trios. It says something about the visual delight of walking along the beach.


  1. These are terrific, Joan. Both singularly and as a tryptch (?sp).

    The sand ripples are just gorgeous. See you can do the seaside ... and people ...

    My WV is plashism ...

  2. Fantastic collage! I would have that hanging on my wall. Love it!

  3. Thanks for the nice comments. I am getting much more comfortable with the beach. There is so much lovely texture and form which I think are a tad boring of themselves but work perfectly as trios. So I taken to snapping away and seeing what comes together as a theme when I get back home.

  4. Nice contrastions. A pleasing combination of forms and colours.

  5. I think I like the footprints the best. Textures on the beach are great.

  6. Your triptychs were inspiring before, and you've done it again! I couldn't pick a favourite, each work so well with the others.


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