My sister lives on the West Coast, in a small town. The house she and her husband live in is not far from the beach, and every day she goes down to the water. To walk the dog. To get some exercise and fresh air. To meet up with friends. (To meet new ones, too, but you can’t exactly plan that.) And so on.
She often takes photos of the things she sees. Usually the dog. Friends. Her kids. Or beach art.
Beach art takes many forms. Sometimes people make something with the sand. Sometimes seaweed arranges itself artfully. Sometimes there’s a stack of rocks.
My sister has a whole collection of these photos. I didn’t realize that rock-balancing is a thing. (But then, I work too much.)
Stacking rocks, of course, has been around for centuries. A human-made pile of rocks is called a cairn; they have been used as landmarks or signs, trail markers, even as gravesites. Probably a lot as burial sites.
And as art.
It’s a creative outlet. People go down to the beach just to do this.
If I lived near a beach, I suspect I might try it too.
Sometimes my sister participates; sometimes she just photographs.
The tide, of course, washes most of them away.
And yet, every day … another stack of rocks appears. Think about that.
New every day.
And then sometimes … there’s something different. My sister didn’t know what this was, but thought it was special. Perhaps it was someone’s swearing-in ceremony.
What do you do when you go to the beach?
NOTE: All photos taken by my sister, Jill.