beauty in the breakdown
This weekend I photographed a series of shells I found at the beach last summer and fall.
I find that over the winter I am constantly thinking about the shore and dreaming of lounging in the sun and sand and jumping waves. I think I could live at the beach.
I miss the smell of salt water and suntan lotion.
I think I may offer a few as prints someday. They would look nice hanging as a group.
You can see all of them on the flickr set - found
(okay, didn't find this one at the beach but it is pretty amazing)
battered and broken