As you may know, I love jingle shells. Their simplicity and fragility belies their origin in the tumbling, violent ocean. That any of them make it to the tide line is a point of amazement. This particular shell had just arrived with the last wave, hence the small bubbles within. The morning light spotlighted this tiny shell’s translucency, shining through to the sand beneath. The shell’s placement beside the opaque shell fragment makes this quality even more stunning.
The tideline: all dressed up and plenty of places to go.
The angle of the early morning sun created the most wonderful shadow from this shell fragment. At any other time of day, this fragment would have been overlooked. The sun, though, makes it into something fantastical. My daughter says it … Continue reading