I needed a day at the beach real bad. So I went there in imagination by drawing my favorite object of nature.
This was mostly a left-hand day, too. I wanted to be very carefree.
Looking for all the angles, I turned my shell upside down. I think. Actually, I’m not sure it has an upside.
Looked at the lines.
Looked at forms and shadows.
Tried one path and changed my mind.
And then I had to go home. The beach of the imagination has less sand than a real beach, less of a wonderful breeze, but it still has magic.