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Dangers of the Ocean

New typography with my brand new (vintage) typewriter! Here’s a few shots of the typewriter, too! Check out my last post for news about my upcoming book, Capturing a Moment, collecting fifty of my works together in one volume! Some are also available on my Etsy for a limited time!

Images of the new typewriter which even types in RED:

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Years Later On the Beach

I am now selling digital prints and ORIGINAL one-of-a-kind prints of my typography stories on ETSY. Please stop by the shop and check them out!

A Million Clams

They walked over to the algae-covered jetty as a wave splashed off the rocks and into her face. He laughed.

“Shut up,” she said, wiping the salt water from her eyes. “Wise ass.”

As he went to step over the rocks, he stopped and leaned down to look between them.

“Wow, look at this!”

Between the rocks the ocean had somehow sifted millions of baby clams out of the sand and into deep puddles of shellfish.

“What is it?” she said approaching him.

“It’s clams, millions of clams.”

“The tiny ones we kept seeing along the beach?”

“Yup. Ew, look at them all trying to dig at once.”

She leaned in to see the piles moving almost in unison, little tonguelike appendages sneaking out from between the shells and reaching around searching for sand in which to dig.

“They’re moving together, that’s weird!” she said. He agreed.

They sat on the rocks, mesmerized by the eerie motion of the millions of clams as if one giant body.

That’s when he saw it coming and stood up. She wasn’t as quick. The wave came smashing between the rocks and sprayed her again right in the face.

He laughed.

“Thanks” she said, wiping the water from her face once more.

“Any time,” he said with a sly smile.

The Translucence of Jellies

Enjoy the short film at the end of this blog for more photographs.

We stood there, mesmerized by the relaxing, almost magical movements of the hundreds of jellyfish in the tank before us. In slow motion her hand left her side and reached toward mine as the translucent creatures swam around in the large tank, and once I realized her hand’s destination I started moving mine toward hers as well without taking my eyes off the glowing ocean dwellers. The tentacles, like little legs, kick off against nothing as one of the jellies swims in our direction, unaware as yet of the glass keeping it at bay, and I reach my free hand up and press it against the glass as if I could share a moment with this creature. Meanwhile, her fingers grasp and wrap around mine and she pulls a little closer to me as the jellyfish continues on course toward my hand, only to bump up against the glass, turn and swim away.

The word translucent inspired this story, passed on to me by Elle.