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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.

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  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 ...

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

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  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.

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

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

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  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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