The SidevieW theme is:
When I go chasing rainbows
The rainbows that I seek,
Are all the little specks of those
Caught up into the deep,
And nurtured there by creatures
Until they reach the shore;
The creatures give them features
Not present there before;
They blend in the most subtle ways,
And perfect forms they reach,
Until at last there come the days
They wash up on the beach.
My walk with young R on the beach today did not yield the colours and varieties I had hoped for to fit the theme, but the collection is good enough, methinks. I was particularly pleased with the cowrie – they have been hard to find recently.
After the chill of last night it was pleasant to come home to find enough warmth had returned for a pleasant swim to get rid of the sea salt.
I will be missing tomorrow (Sunday) on an adventure which involves steam and aloes.
*An aside: Collectable/collectible.
There seems to be a great deal of agreement that either is correct, but a great deal of disagreement on whether there is any difference in meaning or when one is preferred above the other.
I can’t find complete corroboration for my solution, but based on common sense I say something ‘collectable’ is what is capable of being collected (eg whales are not collectable), while ‘collectible’ would mean something worth collecting, either as a noun (eg ‘That whatever is a collectible’); or in adjectival form (eg ‘Those are collectible whatevers’).
© Colonialist June 2013 (WordPress)
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What a lovely poem!
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This is wonderful, and the steam and aloes sound incredibly interesting….
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Searching for shells at the seashore . . . lovely pastime.
Fun poem to accompany your collectable collectibles.
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A lovely shell-haul Col. Those cowries are most impossible to find on beaches!
Hope today brought all it promised to bring 😉
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Lovely rainbow pics, Col. I have yet to find a collectible shell on our beach. 😦 Hope you’re having a great day with your steaming aloes. 🙂
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This is a great post Col… very impressive and wonderful photos…
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I also love cowries.
You have a great double rainbow there
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That one has appeared before, though, so I had to back it up.
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Naturally
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I love shells and I used to collect them. Cowries, I found, the hardest to come by. I also love collecting stones, especially if they have a bit of crystal. Unfortunately most of them were thrown out when I moved (maybe just as well 🙂 )
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Cowries have been scarce, lately.
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bits of rainbows washed up on the beach! how lovely. There is something so full of peace about walking the beach, looking for shells or bits of sea glass. The sound of the surf, the smell of the air, the coolness of the early morning breeze all come together in a lovely, healing way.
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I do love the whole process, indeed!
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Love your poem, Col, this in particular:
“Caught up into the deep,
And nurtured there by creatures
Until they reach the shore;
The creatures give them features
Not present there before;”
Awfully good rhyme!
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Thanks really awfully for thinking this doesn’t go to awfully!
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Nice collection of shells you managed to get there. I’ve searched and searched for a cowrie shell but still have never managed to find one on the beach.
And I tend to agree with you on the collectable/collectible issue, it just makes logical sense
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I have developed a lot of skill in knowing where to look for them.
Trouble is I still haven’t made up my mind which of the two versions of meaning I really wanted in my heading! On this occasion, both do fit!
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Amazing as usual Col and I just love the shells! I am sure you and little R had a fantastic time on the beach today collecting these beauties. Thanks for sharing! 😀 *big hugs*
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Ta! We also gained a collection of cuttlefish for the budgies, so it was a good bout of beachcombing.
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Oh, I bet they were very glad. 😀
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So far, unappreciative little twits!
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Whahahahah!
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