Friday, September 24, 2010

Surface stories v

What do you see? 


  1. Bread mould or mollusc, the fringed lip of an oyster.

    A clue please.

  2. Lovely foam/ fungi/ "beaded bubbles winking at the brim" . . .

  3. Something I don't want to eat but would be tempted to nibble at just to hear the crcrcrcrc.

  4. Dear Elisabeth -- you're close! The image is indeed evidence of something that lived too long in my fridge... Aside from the 'acutal' , though, what else might it suggest? (You're so great at metaphor!)

    I first saw a family of blue beach-dwelling creatures tenderly cosseting a beached skate.

    Then, when I looked again in an entirely different mood, I saw a wolf in lamb's clothing (metaphorically speaking)... an apparently benign , jewel-spangled and velvety energy intent on a not-so benign take-over; a deceptive force slowly and calculatingly insinuating itself into the body of its chosen host. (Eurgh.)

    I'd rather see the blue beach-dwellers any day.

    ; )

  5. Hi Mim - I like your interpretation... it conjures up something one could thread onto a necklace or release into the sky as a new constellation. Thank you.

  6. I'm intrigued that you see brittleness in these forms, Pen - and yes, now I can, too. Come to think of it, I can even imagine cracking a tooth on them! Blue teeth? Bluetooth?

    Ha ha xx

  7. Ah, yes T! So they are.

    And suddenly there are sponges and soap bubbles, too.

    Welcome home! Hope you're over your jetlag...
    L, C x

  8. Sponges and bubbles, but with the rounded edges only time can create, then also they float above the planet or do they rest on water so clear they seem suspended?

  9. Dear Marylinn - I love your eye on the world; every thing is many things. . . why yes, these forms are sponges, embryos, bubbles; they are continents floating above the planet, islands suspended in clearest oceans; they are molluscs, mittens, foam, fungi, crisp edible shapes with a crcrcrcrc sound, an oyster's fringed lip.

    Thank you ; )

  10. the pieces of a heart long broken, but rounded to something soft by the water. The sharp edges have become sea glass.