Jan 022010

I hit the beach this morning as the tide was coming in. Not good timing for agate hunting, but I needed the exercise. I dodged the waves as they rolled in, heavily capped with foam resembling whipped cream. As they receded, they left the packed sand with a milk mustache. Last night’s storm left the sand littered with small pieces of wood, sizable rocks and jelly fish the color of burnt sugar. Nothing from the chalcedony family, though. I’ll return this afternoon, when the tide is going out. Maybe then I can climb over the rocks to my favorite agate cove.

Sadly, besides the organic litter, in place of agates, jasper and carnelian, the surfline on the otherwise pristine beach was also dotted with bottle caps, lighters and countless chips of colored plastic. Oregon beaches are normally quite clean, and who knows how far this stuff has traveled. Maybe from that Pacific Gyre? It’s almost as if the ocean is bringing it in, asking us to gather it before it goes back out again. It made me want to go get a rake. But the pieces are so small, you’d need something more like a vacuum. When I think of all the animals that might ingest this garbage, it hurts. Maybe I’ll take a bag with me on my afternoon foray and pick up what I can. I know I won’t even scratch the surface, but it’s something — and, hey, after all the pie I ate last week, a little more exertion can’t hurt me.

A Brand New Year!

Posted by Rebecca Stone on January 1, 2010
Jan 012010

Wow! It’s January 1, 2010 — already (or: It’s about time?). I wonder what kind of year it will be. As I sit in an Internet cafe (Cyber Gardens) on the Oregon Coast (Lincoln City), I’m studying Adobe; researching everything I can, related to jewelry making; contemplating life, in general; and looking out, between shots of Mocha, at the storm du jour that has rolled in. It’s windy, rainy, a regular howling gale. For me, a gift. Perfect jewelry-design weather, and a wonderful treat for someone who lives in Los Angeles.

While visiting my mom, here, I’ve been able to return to a routine started last year of hitting the beach daily at low tide to walk miles of sand and scale rocky outcroppings and boulders in the hunt for agates, carnelian, jasper and anything else that looks interesting. The best of these stones, I will stow away along with my lingerie (do cotton socks count as lingerie?) for the flight home in a few days. There, I will tumble them for a few weeks and hone my wire-wrapping skills. Can’t wait to see how they will polish up… But I will miss the rain.

© 2011 Inclusions Suffusion theme by Sayontan Sinha