|Sea Glass and Pottery|
People have lived along the banks of Seneca for hundreds of years, so it's no surprise that traces of the past occasionally wash ashore.
I've always loved treasure-hunting, and one of my favorite places to dig is along the shores of Seneca Lake, where sea glass and sea pottery-- some old, some new-- are spotted in abundance.
On our last trip to Seneca, my boyfriend Cheyenne and I returned with buckets full of sea glass and pottery. I put some to good use making this frame for an old poem that I found tucked inside an old book from 1919 as I was sorting through donations at the library where I work one day. The transcribed poem is titled The Mermaiden, by the Victorian poet Owen Meredith. I thought the sea glass fitting.