From My Cyberjournal 73July 2006, copyright/all rights reserved/Alfredo Roces
The ocean washes onto the beach the planet's debris: curious found objects as well as some living organisms. You never know what you may come across in a walk in the wet sand, —a dead sea bird, a highly toxic blue-bottle jelly fish, broken sea shells, driftwood. Tiny feathered beach combers patrol the shore looking for a feed. Forget the scenic panorama and come in close-up inside Nature's gallery filled with installation art, catalogued in wondrous forms and colors, expressing
scenes of tragedy, danger, solitude, freedom, joy.