Driftwood Art

The ends are so rough but the middles are so smooth. Some are smoother than others are, while some still have their ‘skin’ on them. They all look weathered to the max and different from their original form. Some still hold the shape they were in when they died but some have been weathered and morphed into completely different shapes. The colors are lighter than they were originally and some appear to be washed out or bleached. They are now varying shades of dark browns, light browns and even almost a tan to white color. They overlap and cross each other to forming different patterns and shapes that mostly formed naturally by the way the water throw them on the beach.

Today walking on the beach, I notice that someone has made some Environmental art or Earth Art out of some of the smaller pieces of driftwood that were lying on the beach. Five thin light tan short pieces arch up to form the outside of the triangle and a thinker darker piece sits in the middle. It looks almost like someone was trying to create a large pyramid shape in preparation for a huge bonfire. A bonfire that isn’t allowed on this beach and might cause a massive fire considering the hundred some other pieces of driftwood lying around this pyramid. Nonetheless, even if this bonfire pyramid doesn’t get used, its presences changes the way the beach looks today.

A little ways down from the pyramid, I found a larger log to sit on. One of the smaller logs next to the one I am sitting on seems very unique in shape and texture. Its edges are rounded and the piece is only about three feet long and 4 feet wide. The side that is facing me looks almost like a bird’s wing is shape. It even has some texturing and laying in it that makes it look like it has feathers. The lines and shapes about the feather like area even look similar to the structure of a bird’s bones around the joint if someone was to rip the wing of a bird off. Staring at this log makes me look up at the birds in the water and wonder if they see what I see in this log. If so I wonder if it makes them as creped out by the thought of a separated bird’s wing as I do.