Bring your imaginations.

Everytime I go walking on the beach, I seem to "take a position," as I'm always trying to teach my students in their writing; I end up focusing on some general theme, color, texture or material. These pieces of driftwood came to me by chance, but then, what doesn't?

This here guy had a rather wistful expression as he checked out the shore weather, gazing out serenely to sea. I'm fonder of the angle with his sticky ear, but this other vantage point clearly offers another perspective - singing perhaps, or calling for his mate.

I have been warned to stay away from the little streams of "sweet water" because crocodiles live in them, and CR is crowded with crocodiles. This is actually the closest I've come to seeing one, but I know people who have seen them dead and alive.

This was a manmade construction, but that does not make it any less viable; it was still standing in the early morning, which, as far as I'm concerned, gives it legitimacy as beach art. This one is all about "Viking Ship," but that's the most wonderful thing about these sea pieces; they change depending on where one stands, but again - am I becoming stale? - isn't that the way life is?

I'm not much for Yoga, but I do try it now and then, and this is my all time favorite pose. I think this fella and I would get along famously.

Finally, I am struck by the consummate intimacy of this piece; the overlapping "leg" has grown into the one beneath it in ways that only couples who have lived through marriage, children, struggles, fear and glee can understand. The piece becomes all the richer for that entanglement and attachment, and when I see it in marriages, I am awed.