In the Bright Morning Light


When I was a child, I tried collecting jingle shells (the yellow shell in this photograph). I thought that a whole jar full would have been really lovely. The problem is that in a child’s bucket, these fragile shells crumble immediately, so my jar never was filled.
I am still enchanted by these delicate shells. Their appearance on the tide line seems impossible when one considers the fury of the sea. This one greeted my morning just a few weeks ago.

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