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Sitting on the tumbled trunk of a tree long dead, smooth from the power of storms and rubbing against the ocean floor, you sift and sort, selecting and choosing, the perfect shell, the one with the best markings, the most beautiful colours and natural shine, but there’s so many, so hard to choose, to discriminate between them, segregating them, making piles, discarding imperfections, you want this one, you need it, not that one, it’s got a mark on it, until you decide, until you see, that they belong together, alone they are nice, but together they are magic and captivating, you smile, you sigh, you lay them back down, you let them rest, together
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Great image. Perfect piece of wall art.
I can remember when I was a kid sitting on the edge of where the water meets the sand and collecting this little baby shells. Thanks for the memories.
xkc
Glad tobring back some memories for you Karen :) I spent hours one day at this spot, essentially just sorting them out to their different colours and shapes… quite theraputic really.
That looks great, I dont know how to do that, im pretty new at all this really, im just trying to grasp all the features on photoshop, i have about 3/ to go:)
Congrats on the card sales :) Great shot and very well done…
This is really fantastic -well done
Cheers Naomi, Pehpsi & Tom!
This is oustanding. Great work.
Thanks enak12 :)
Beautiful image, the contrast of the soft colours of the shells and the hands is magic.
R