Photographed July 1, 2021
Who can convince the sea to be reasonable?
What’s it get from demolishing blue amber, green granite?
And why so many wrinkles and so many holes in the rock?
— Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions, translated by William O’Daly
Why do the waves ask me the same questions I ask them?
And why do they strike the rock with so much wasted passion?
Don’t they get tired of repeating their declaration to the sand?
–Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions, translated by William O’Daly
Photographed May 3, 2019
Photographed November 17, 2016
A very damaged flip-flop, found not on the beach but alongside a creek in a wooded park, miles away from Lake Michigan.
And so another season ends.
Photographed September 22, 2015
Photographed August 2, 2013
An attractive beaded sandal abandoned like Andromeda on the rocks.
Awaiting its fate on the group of rocks at the water’s edge:
Photographed July 18, 2013