Still pondering on the beauty of that week at the beach, I found some more photos that might bear doing a bit of work with.
Our lot favours the coast north of Brisbane for many reasons, some sentimental and some aesthetic.
One of the characteristics of the beaches there is the large expanses of coffee rock deposited by volcanic activity some gazillion years ago. It is marvelous stuff, providing rock pools, bridges, caves and waterfalls to intrigue and occupy children (and adults) for hours. That has probably gone on for a million years or so too.
One of the interesting properties of coffee rock is that, being quite porous, it breaks down easily and can be carved and eroded into myriad different forms.
It seems to have deposited a fine black sand that emerged as the top layers of white sand were washed away in the storms. I remember being on a Greek Island with sand like this. I don't remember which one but it was near a volcano. Anybody?
We discovered that by drawing in the top layers of white sand, the lower layers of black sand showed through like some kind of lovely, natural etching.
While the girls were drawing in the sand, it occurred to me that the sands and tide had produced some rather exquisite drawings without any human assistance whatsoever.
Some of these lines would make for delicious drawings on heavily textured paper
and would translate beautifully into black and white ink or charcoal drawings.
They had such a strength and fluidity from the rock and sand.
Only nature could dream up such inspired composition.
I think this is my favourite. It would make a rather striking large canvas.