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Six raw sapphires, set like stars caught in the surface of the gold. The...

Two stones — not from the same spot. One from the water's edge, one a mi...

An October morning when the light came in low from the side and hit the ...

It doesn't change colour. It opens up. Look at it in the shade — it is w...

There's a version of the sea that doesn't announce itself — flat, pale, ...

A July morning when the sea was unsettled and gusts of wind sent sand fl...

A winter morning after a night of heavy storms. Seaweed and driftwood al...

A winter morning with low pressure and heavy clouds. Deep red i...

Not one stone. Many. Pink, red, blue, clear, green — all of it caught in...

There is something about a blush stone that looks like nothing else. Not...

A June morning when the ocean lay flat and windless. The southern coast ...

Held at each corner by small beads of gold, like something old that's be...

A winter morning when the shore was covered in seaweed and driftwood. ...

Inspired by an early October morning when the sun hits the white sand a...

A cloudless January day at the water's edge. The kind of day when the s...

A quiet late-winter morning with the fog lying low over the wa...

A winter morning just after sunrise when the light was soft and warm. ...

A winter morning with the westerly wind blowing cold off the ocean. D...

The day after a storm, in the depths of winter. The shore swept clean. O...

My mother had a pair of earrings she never wore. They sat in a small box...

You know how the light shifts on the water just before the sun goes down...

These are the stones the industry discards. Too irregular. Too uneven. ...