A few years ago we spent a lot of time denuding beaches of treasures and trying to name the hundred or so species of shells that appeared along the shoreline at the whim of the sea. That collection included sponges. Last week I spotted them lying on a pile of seaweed for J’s garden. He’s been tidying up and decided, reluctantly, that they needed to go – but not quite, because there they were on the hillside, just waiting for the camera.
I pre-empted Desley’s permission to rearrange my subject, as she did her angel cake. My rearrangement however didn’t involve eating bits of the subject. I extracted the sponges one by one from an untidy pile to take their portraits and then attempted a still life arrangement of the lot when I’d finished.