The shape, form, layers, colour and texture hold such a fascination for me, whether to gaze at from a distance, clambering over, rolling in my hand or sifting through a clenched fist.
A favourite memory for me is sitting on a beach of small pebbles, therapeutic moments as I staked a claim, excavating back and forth with my hands to expose tiny bits of beach glass and possibly agates. Treasures to share with grandchildren. Beach stones - frugal, humble, but not cheap.
The splendour of the sea revealed in the products of it's strength.