Shelley K. Thomas

Writer, Artist, Beachcomber

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About Shelley

WRITER, ARTIST, BEACHCOMBER

I’m a nature writer, artist, teacher living along the hardscrabble, windswept coast of Nova Scotia, where the Atlantic shapes both landscape and life. My work is deeply grounded in place—drawn from the rhythms of tide and wind, the quiet revelations of beachcombing, and the patient beauty of the natural world.

As a lifelong beachcomber, I have a deep love and affinity for the ocean, its creatures, and their preservation. I actively comb the shores of the Great Lakes, the North Sea, Atlantic and Pacific Oceans to scour tidelines for artifacts, fossils, flotsam, marine flora and fauna to photograph and research, and incorporate into my work.

My writing and photography have appeared in publications including Seaside Gothic, Rockvale Review, and Beachcombing Magazine. Film and graphic publications include animated illustrations and original art for Sarah McLachlan’s performance of “World on Fire” (2017 JUNO Awards), and “Beautiful Girl” (2014 JUNO Awards).

I’m a graduate of McGill University (Master of Arts), Western University (Bachelor of Arts), and the University of Toronto (Bachelor of Education). I’m in my final year at the University of King’s College in Halifax completing a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Nonfiction.

I’ve attended a number of writer residencies and provided workshops and readings over the years including NOEPE Center for Literary Arts (Martha’s Vineyard, MA), Wellstone Center in the Redwoods (Soquel, CA), Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow (Eureka Springs, AR), and Rockvale Writers’ Colony (College Grove, TN). I’ve worked in Canada, England, and Switzerland, and now live near the ocean in Lawrencetown, Nova Scotia.

My first book, Wavelength: A Year of Beachcombing in the Dark, is currently out on submission.

Published Works
Art
My current work centers on cyanotype—a process that uses time, water, and sunlight as core mediums. I’m drawn to the poetic and material qualities of this form, which allow me to explore impermanence, place, and ecology through a tactile, light-sensitive process. As I live near the ocean, my practice is intimately tied to the rhythms of the Atlantic and the coastal landscape. I work directly with seaweed and other native flora, experimenting with ways to extract natural dyes and integrate these elements into both image and narrative.
This year, I’m on sabbatical to immerse myself fully in this work. My focus is on the creative potential of seaweed and local botany—not only as artistic material, but as a source of story, memory, healing, and ecological insight. In tandem, I’m writing a book that bridges personal narrative with environmental and artistic inquiry.
Beachcombing
Reasons for beachcombing are as varied as the treasure washing up on shore. And there are many names for those who find beauty in the worn, discarded objects pulled from sand and surf. Comber, Scavenger, Mudlark, anyone who searches for objects of interest or value.
Over the years I have combed the shorelines of Lake Ontario, Lake Erie, the North Sea, Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. All produce particular and peculiar treasure unique to their shores. Each shoreline is a separate world. It has its own history, tidal patterns, secrets, and dangers. Coastal dwellers know their shores speak a secret language. The only way to learn the language is to listen and commune with the land. Then, and only then, the sea is very giving. Then you can scour its edges for flotsam and jetsam to hold up to the light.
Many of these shorelines I comb are near former fairgrounds and dumpsites long buried and overgrown. Years of erosion and sea storms churn up benicia bottles, silverware, and old toys. These shorelines are time capsules that reveal the life and energy of the people who once walked the stretch of land. Other shores are more fabled, located near old glass factories and artisan shops. On these beaches one can find multi-colored glass and rare patterns embossed in crystal and porcelain. Other shorelines are newly littered with micro plastics and cargo waste. These are scattered below ammonite fossils and fronded marine vegetation.
As with all shorelines, a strand of beach never stays the same. Tides churn and carve and shape the shore. Beachcombing is a way of life for me. It teaches me how to see, how to located beauty and press pause in time. My favourite time to comb will always be just before sunrise, with the promise of a freshly laid beach, and a tide that begins to recede.
Contact
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