collecting sea glass on a french mediterranean beach normally involves an overwhelming percentage of one particular color that should come as no surprise: wine bottle green. but the last time we went to the beach, a storm had dug deep from somewhere offshore, apparently, and these white/clear, and pale celery green, and even (gasp!) blue samples were waiting for us among the mussel and oyster and clam and snail shells. it may be time to start coordinating our beach outings with the weather. not waiting for sunshine, but waiting for post storm sea glass.
the mediterranean at la corniche, sète, france
olive trees are everywhere here. they actually, scientifically, define this region of the world. they consistently give me a feeling of cultural contentment that, as a photographer who takes at least one image every day, i feel i should be able to capture in an image. i have failed at this more times than i’d like to count, and every time i have tried.
olives in transition from green to black
actually two of our neighbors are featured in this photo, but only one is visible. there is the gecko, clinging to the wall, focused and stalking. and just outside the bottom of the frame, there is a fly. the flies here have been an endless torment, buzzing around the room. landing on food. landing on exposed skin just out of reach, perching on noses and foreheads and ears and the tips of bare toes. we are rooting for the gecko. we hope she lives a long, full life, and makes lots of babies with a taste for flies.
look at a magnolia leaf in bright sunshine and it appears as glossy and hard as ceramic. but check out how the diffuse light in this photo reveals a matte, almost velvety surface on both sides of the leaf. it’s not an illusion. just a perspective. the right light can accomplish almost anything. and bad light can ruin almost anything. just look at your best friend’s instagram from last night, in that dark bar, under the fluorescent tube. by the way, tell her not to do that again.
there is actually a fruit here called a “grenade.” but it is just the french translation of “pomegranate.” the photo above is not of a pomegranate, but of a magnolia seed pod, which resembles a hand grenade even more than a pomegranate, including the bloody mess.
magnolia fruit and seeds