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Several Decades ago, Shell put out a number of series of cards. They also sold albums to put these cards in. Everytime you went to Shell for petrol, or anything else, they gave you some cards. The idea was to collect the whole lot, and generally they were most obliging in allowing you to go through the box, to get the cards you were missing.
Once you are away from the rubbish, the beach is quite spectacular. Apart from some unusual shells, the beach was also visited by nesting turtles, dingoes and crocodiles.
A huge mass of different and amazing shells on the Mt Maunganui beach. I learnt while there that they get so many shells washing up on the beach that once a week someone gathers up all the shells ( I assume with a machine because it would take quite awhile other wise) and put them all in a large pile in the middle beach. Its amazing and amazingly convenient.
Several Decades ago, the Shell Oil Company, put out a number of card series. They also sold albums to put these cards in. Everytime you went to Shell for petrol, or anything else, they gave you some cards. The idea was to collect the whole lot, and generally they were most obliging in allowing you to go through the box, to get the cards you were missing.
I only have the Transport Card series left, the others have been long thrown out.
I have scanned each page. This is the final part, part 2.
Chamonix 45F-2 | Fujinon W 180mm f/5.6 | Fujifilm Fujichrome Provia 100F | Toyo 69/45 Roll Film Holder
Digitized with Nikon D7200 & AF-S VR Micro-Nikkor 105mm f/2.8G IF-ED | Raleno PLV-S192 | Valoi 360 120 Holder
Home developed in Kodak HC-110 + Fujifiilm Negacolor 1+15 | 6:30 + 3:15/100F | Paterson Tank
I came home from a walk to find A had been doing a lot of tidying and dusting, and rearranging a large collection of stones and shells on one of our windowsills. This was one of his mini-installations.
I will never forget how this shell landed in my possession. Our family took a trip to the Bahamas and we usually ended up off of the beaten path. We rented a car and explore the island and ended up on a dead end road that ended at a small stretch of beach. We got out to look around and saw this very tan, weathered man with long hair. As soon as he saw us he quickly turned and disappeared into his house. My dad said we should probably go. By the time we were in the car and looked up he was standing in front with a large bucket in one hand and a shell in the other. He was such a nice man. The experience was the gift of a lifetime. The shell is just a bonus.