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Walk-by shooting, tonight. Too many trees to see the old fashioned Shell design. Must return in Winter.
Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.
--Rumi
The summer of 1985 was an eventful one for my cousin Sue & myself.We had managed to get tickets to LIVE AID at Wembley Stadium in London. I'll be honest with you, to this day I don't really know how that happened- a series of international phone calls placed by Sue's boyfriend, a large cash transaction, and maybe some magic? At any rate, we witnessed the miracle that was LIVE AID then decided to do a bit of traveling before catching a flight back to the US. We rented a car, hopped on the road, and 18 hours later we were in the city of Barcelona. .We were tired, hungry, and in need of a nice cool shower. We made our way to the hotel at which we had placed a reservation for that night only to find that they did not hold the room for us! Apparently there had been a mix up because of our differences in language and now they were booked up solid. Well, Sue & I weren't sure what to do at this point because that had been the only hotel in town that we could afford. We walked down to the beach in a nearby park and sat in the sand thinking things over.Just then a husband & wife approached us with 2 children around 10-12 years old. They said hello as the walked by & spread out their blanket on the sand near us. They must of overheard us because the man asked if we were traveling from another country & if we needed any help. He said his name was Juan & his wife was Mary. They were in town for a weekend away and had rented an entire house. They insisted that we stay with them. Later that evening we all sat on the patio eating the fabulous meal Mary had prepared for us, drinking wine, and laughing at all the great stories Juan told us!. I noticed the daughter was sitting off to the side playing with a handful of seashells. Juan must have seen me watching her & he told me that she loves shells and has a large collection at home.
The next afternoon Juan & Mary drove us to the airport to get a flight back to our home. Once we were in the air, I reached into my backpack to find the trashy romance novel I was reading. My fingers brushed against something lumpy in the bottom of my bag. Carefully I pulled it out. It was a package wrapped in newspaper and tied up in string; inside were some of the shells I had seen Juan's daughter playing with & a note in an adult's writing. "A small gift to remember us by. Love from your new Spanish friends."
** The story is fiction but the friends (& cousin) are real!
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The Shell House is probably the most distinctive house on Isla Mujeres or anywhere else for that matter. One of two houses owned by the Campos brothers, I found out later that the house can be rented.
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Assembled from 2 scanned shells and a photograph of the ocean coming into shore (turned upside down) at sunset. Fun project. Week 19, photo collage
Pastel, pen and ink, marker
Two shells from a resale shop. I've been playing with backgrounds. This one is pastel, sealed in with acrylic gel medium. The squares are from an old dictionary, painted with sepia ink, stamped, and faded in places with bleach.
I built myself a light box and had fun taking photos of my sea shelll collection in it, one shell at a time.
I ripped these photos out of a MS magazine several months ago, and finally got around to photographing them. It's pretty amazing what people can do with shells.
A Christmas tree made of shells and left on Howe Street in Bay Head, NJ. The shells are left blank and then signed by visitors to the beach with their names and, or a message. Adorned with a starfish at the top, smaller red shells throughout the tree.
My wife’s crop from our two days on Sanibel Island. These shells will be incorporated in her artwork.