Is it symmetry?
Depth of color?
Rarity of color?
Rough edges and angular lines?
The glow of the wet stone in water, like a jewel amid the rocks.
For me, beauty usually lies in symmetry, but these pieces of beach glass continue to please my eye. Perhaps their beauty lies not in the stones, but in the process by which they come to me. They remind me of the great rhythm of the lake’s waves, of the sun and the sand. Mostly, they remind me that, somehow, beauty can be found in lowly cast offs – mere garbage.