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You never know what you will find walking the beach. This engine block was slowly being reclaimed by nature. The sea and waves had already filled all the available spaces with small pebbles shells and seaweed. They shone like jewels against the dull metal.
This was our Thanksgiving Feast...probably the only time we'll have a table for 3 for Thanksgiving in our family. It was a bit quiet but I enjoyed having mom and dad all to myself, and cooking a big ole meal just for us.
This fishing cottage was transformed into a gorgeous grotto in the 1840s by a plasterer called Alex Bachelor, who also covered the interior walls in shells.
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English Translation
Whose face is that inside the mirror
Why do those eyes always look down
The world demands a flawless image
And forgets the dream we held at the start
You’re like a shell, hiding your softness inside
Afraid that being seen might bring you pain
You’re allowed to pull back, you’re allowed to feel lost
That’s nothing more than the cost of growing
You don’t know—you’re stronger than you ever imagined
You don’t see—your uniqueness is already light
Oh, your soul is like starlight in the deep sea
Oh, your soul—I’ll treasure it forever, forever
Fingers scroll through the noise of the virtual crowd
While reality wanders alone in the quiet
Don’t measure yourself by someone else’s ruler
You were already whole just as you are
You’re like a shell, nurturing a pearl inside
Softly glowing in the dark
You can be silent, you can feel unsure
That doesn’t mean you have to pretend
You don’t know—you’re stronger than you ever imagined
You don’t see—your uniqueness is already light
Oh, your soul is like starlight in the deep sea
Oh, your soul—I’ll treasure it forever, forever
You don’t know—you deserve the world’s embrace
One day, you’ll finally see what makes you shine
Oh, your journey—every step holds meaning
Oh, your existence is the most beautiful, most beautiful view
I’ll stay forever, forever
By your side as you learn
To see yourself
This cool old Shell Oil Bennett gas pump poses for my camera. It belongs to one of the many very cool collections of neat old stuff at the Florida Flywheelers club.
I added a few little mementos of the beach to my kitchen windowsill.
Processed with Flypaper Textures.
This monochrome photograph showcases a collection of seashells arranged artistically against a dark background. The black and white tones emphasize the textures and patterns of the shells, highlighting their spiraling forms and the intricate lines that trace the growth of each shell.
The shells vary in size and shape, with some featuring elongated spires and others displaying more rounded, compact forms. Their placement in the composition seems intentional, creating a balance between the various shapes and directing the eye across the image. The play of light and shadow is masterfully captured, with the light source coming from the side, casting deep shadows and enhancing the three-dimensional quality of the shells.
The choice of black and white photography strips away the distraction of color, allowing the viewer to focus on the forms, lines, and textures that make each shell unique. The arrangement evokes a sense of natural symmetry and beauty, often found in objects sculpted by the sea. The overall effect is one of elegance and quiet beauty, inviting reflection on the wonders of the natural world.
The Fighting Conch Shell is my favorite shell to find on a beach. While at Sanibel my wife had found several on the first few days of our trip with me batting zero, that changed the last day as I found a spot where I was literally grabbing them out of the water.
© Dan McCabe
A macro close-up of an attractive sea shell. It has been identified as a ventral harp snail (Harpa ventricosa), thanks to [https://www.flickr.com/photos/29287337@N02].
I am really not sure about this one, maybe a bit extreme the clouds were a bit confused but colourful .
This was set up and shot on my dining room table. I need to get out more.
You can read about how it was done on my photo blog, Points of Light.
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Oyster farming is a major business in Whitstable, and there are loads of restaurants and vendors selling them. You can even see the farmers collecting up the oysters each day and bringing them in.
The restaurant belonging to the Whitstable Oyster Company collects up the shells to use as fertiliser (known as cultch), and they stack them up at the back of the restaurant on the beach. The pile is huge and covered in flies, and I couldn't help thinking it was a little bit too close to the outdoor tables of the restaurant!
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Home studio, natural light, manual focus. Californian sand, shell.
Date: 02.10.2009
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free action "Set AllEdges01 AE2"