Not a natural find, but this was irresistible. There is so much of childhood in this simple lost plastic ring. Children carry their dreams with them everywhere they go, and I think this is especially true of play on the beach. Memories of my own daughters make me think that this ring is a bit of lost dream, perhaps a fissure in imagination.
Perhaps in this photo I can recapture a bit of what was lost for that child, and maybe conjure a small memory of our own.
This is not the most interesting of still life compositions, but it is buried treasure for me. It has been decades since I found one of these, a whelk egg case. When I was a child and spent summers on New Jersey’s barrier islands, I would come across several in a season. This one was peeking out of the dune on the south end of Hilton Head Island, SC. It is jarring when memories like this are evoked as I walk the tide line. It is like déjà vu, but more vivid and heart-filling.
This particular egg case had completely hatched and was empty, but seeing it I could still ‘hear’ the sound that the infinitesimal whelks make when they are shaken in the egg case. I have not heard it in decades, but the sound is a delight-filled memory. Finding one of these when I was little (particularly when I had my magnifying glass with me!) was like uncovering one of the sea’s mysteries.
Like discovering buried treasure.
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