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None of these items are native to the Pacific Northwest Coast but I have them in our beach house just the same! ( "
Mussel Shell by Mike Johnson at Beaulieu Estate Sculpture Exhibition. The sculpture is made from stainless steel, bronze and cor-ten steel.
From the artist's page:
A large Mussel shell sculpture, No 6 the last in a series of shell sculptures. All the shell sculptures were inspired by the Robert Frost poem; "Neither Out Far Nor In Deep"
Neither Out Far Not In Deep
The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
As long as it takes to pass
A ship keeps raising its hull;
The wetter ground like glass
Reflects a standing gull.
The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be---
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.
They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?
A collection of shells taken from my now defunct fish tank.
Check out the other images in the Composites in my Album “A19 Wales” and this image features in the video “Photogenix 4”
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March 8, 2021
A melted and refrozen bowl of water created patterns within itself, mimicking the shells and shapes that were scattered around it.
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The unknown story of the broken sea shells collectors
At Udaypur sea beach (3km from Digha at the Bengal-Orissa state border), hundreds of poor villagers (80% of them are women) gather on a particular time of the day at the peak of the low tide. They all carry a small net basket for collecting broken shells following the line of the waves. When the baskets are half-filled they empty their catch at the beach and go back to the waves again. Finally the shells are packed in bags for selling. After two hours of continuous hard work, two people together can fill only a 30-kg bag selling for INR Rs 30 (USD 50 cents) only.
The shells are rich source of calcium carbonate, use in feeder mainly at the India's growing poultry industry. Also, it has great demand in making the white (lime) paint. Traders and middlemen are always waiting to exploit these poor villagers. They make on-the-spot payment, collect the bags and transport them to the local market for a hefty profit of 300% by selling each bag for at least Rs 120 (USD $ 2).
I personally talked to the shell collectors and found no Govt. intervention to stop this exploitation. The state government can easily intervene by forming a cooperative and collecting the shells themselves by their nodal agencies with a reasonable price.
Udaypur Sea Beach, Bay of Bengal
Images of Bengal, India
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There are always shells washed up on the beach but I seldom photograph them but I could not resist the exquisite markings on these.
Macro & Close-up Photo Project
No. 002
Empty shell of coral from Saint Martin Island, Bangladesh.
Taken with 50mm lens reversed.
Ref : DSC_0221
April 15, 2017.
For a picture based on a poem - A-Shelling Peas by Harry Breaker Morant (114 Pictures in 2014 # 55 & 197/365 in 2014) See first comment box to find out about Harry.
"Now, all the world is green and bright
Outside the latticed pane;
The fields are decked with gold and white,
And Spring has come again.
But though the world be fair without,
With flow'rs and waving trees,
'Tis pleasanter to be about
Where Nell's a-shelling peas.
Her eyes are blue as cloudless skies,
And dimples deck her cheeks;
Whilst soft lights loiter in her eyes
Whene'er she smiles or speaks.
So all the sunlit morning-tide
I dally at mine ease,
To loaf at slender Nelly's side
When Nell's a-shelling peas.
This bard, who sits a-watching Nell,
With fingers white and slim,
Owns up that, as she breaks each shell,
She also "breaks up" him;
And could devoutly drop upon
Submissive, bended knees
To worship Nell with apron on -
A saint a-shelling peas.
The tucked-up muslin sleeves disclose
Her round arms white and bare -
'Tis only "shelling peas" that shows
Those dainty dimples there.
Old earth owns many sights to see
That captivate and please; -
The most bewitching sight for me
Is Nell a-shelling peas."
The Macro Mondays theme for 10/2 is shell(s). This is another possibility. I like this one for the composition.
- www.kevin-palmer.com - The terrain on the west side of the Bighorns is much different than the east side because the climate is dryer. I spent the morning finding out where this dirt road near Shell goes.