On a dark, stormy afternoon back in early 2010 while my husband and I were walking on the beach, we came across a mass of driftwood I thought was quite a tangle of natural beauty. Over the next few months, we noted its different locations and positions along this 14 km beach as the tides toyed with it. After spending a year on the Caribbean island of Antigua, we returned to Panama, but never spotted that driftwood mass until the weekend before last. It wasn’t too distant from the last place we had seen it in 2011, but definitely buried much deeper in the sand. I decided to play with it, photographing the waves through its bleached snarled roots. When looking at the results, I figured they worked for “Framed”.
And here’s the driftwood in its entirety, many of its roots ripped away and its jagged edges softened by the pounding surf, and faded by the intense sunlight over time.