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Section of shells from a carpet of thousands upon thousands coating a beach near Saint-Brieuc, Côtes d'Armor, France.
I love how each beach is different. This one had a nice bar of crushed and whole shells of every shape, size and variety. We had a lot of fun picking through them...enjoying all the tiny details.
Me on stage at the Shell in Memphis, TN. It was my first time there and it was stellar. I am now addicted to Memphis. My Scott took this picture, and it's probably the happiest picture of my I have.
Shell Money was racing from South to North. He finished in 18 days on his sweet custom Blacksheep bike with an internally geared bottom bracket
You can see why it's called Shell Island. I think this is a dead sea urchin. (I felt one of these at the Tampa Bay Aquarium, it's not at all like you think it would be, less sharp, and more rubbery)
Summertime offers the opportunity and time to test out and demo new manufacturer's shells such as the eight from Swift Racing Shells.
White sand softly massaging my feet,
sea breeze gently cooling the heat.
Round house
on a beach break,
tidal push
in the moon wake.
You know you're always on my mind,
forever helping me unwind.
We were out at Carambola Beach and I was stepping on what looked like rocks. After further inspection I realized I was stepping on a mass amount of shells. I'm sorry for the massacre. :( I didn't mean it!
Spent howitzer WWI and WWII artillery shells recorded for the new Soundiron Tuned Artillery Shells library
photo by Mike Peaslee