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Photographs taken off the Mochras causeway, North Wales
The causeway to Mochras, a tidal peninsula in North Wales famous for shells, wildflowers, and camping, it's often called "Shell Island" by visitors despite locals preferring the Welsh name.
Despite its name the site is not actually an island and is instead a peninsula located near the village of Llanbedr. Its main route is cut off at high tide - creating that island feel.
In fact the area was not even a peninsula until the intervention of part of the nobility in the 19th Century. The current estuary was formed following a diversion of the Afon Artro by the Earl of Winchilsea in 1819 to improve access to the wharf at Pensarn which was the shipment point for slate from Llanfair and Llanbedr.
The Mochras causeway floods twice daily with the tides, but it's not a constant, daily occurrence of being fully submerged; it's predictable and depends on high tide times, requiring visitors to check tide tables (available on the Shell Island website) for safe crossing windows. You must avoid crossing when the tide is in, as the road becomes impassable and dangerous, even for cars, with water levels rising significantly.
I put the shell on the rock to photograph it when the wave came it. I thought the wave would go around the rock but as the tide was come in it went over the rock and was a current of bubbles.
Meadowdale Beach, Lynwood, Washington State, USA
coquille
Je suis tombé pour nager
et j'ai laissé mon coeur en arrière
J'ai laissé mon coeur vers le bas
comme la coquille dans le sable
I fell to swim
and I left my heart back
I left my heart down
like the shell in the sand
Odysseus Elytis
The smallest shells in my collection, which I brought many years ago from Bulgaria. This bigger one is exactly 20mm long :)
Macro Mondays - theme: "Less Than An Inch"
So my old macro lense (Tamron 90mm) died a death, due to fungus :\ Had to replace it, like for like, and I remember why I liked this lense so much in the first place. Slapped a Raynox 250 on it and got this macro of some very small shells. The focus is *ever so slightly* off, but it's good enough.
A tree entirely made up of of beautiful sea shells directly off the beach of Cayo Costa Island, S.W. Florida. (only accessible by boat) We each hung our shell and admired the beautiful wildlife at this wonderful Nature Conservation Reserve.
Wide angle macro of small shells on rocks at the beach.
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Sitting in a smooth white concrete shell, facing the sea and escaping the relentless rays of the afternoon sun, the acoustics of the waves smatter and splash against the shoreline with a detail that is usually only afforded when standing at the water’s edge. Looking at the sea some 15 or 20 meters away, this experience feels strange… Almost as if the sound of the sea has been brought inland.
"The Acoustic Shells were designed by London studio Flanagan Lawrence to facilitate community events and provide residents of the West Sussex town with a scenic resting spot on the edge of a sunken garden, between the town and a beach facing the English Channel."
www.dezeen.com/2014/07/22/flanagan-lawrence-acoustic-shel...
Our Daily Challenge ~ Shell/s
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This is my actual place and location and some parts are for public and there is surf spot.
Well this is our new paradise island and some parts are public.
Beachlife is fun and our life elixir. Please show your creations and just do it and enjoy it.
please join and come here for your 1st picture of Shell Islands Dreams:
Winter benefits:
It is getting dark early enough to snap pictures of illuminated gas stations and be home before curfew.
A Macro Mondays submission on the topic "Unusual patterns". This is a small shell which has weathered, revealing some of its usually hidden structure.
an addition to my Abstract macro project. This shell has so many possibilities, it could easily become boring Lol !
Pada dimensi lain hidup, kita disibukkan untuk memilih. Depan atau belakang. Kanan atau Kiri. Atas atau bawah. Benar atau salah.
Terkadang, aku terlambat menyadari pilihanku sendiri. Dari sekian pandangan aku lebih memilih menatapmu. Dari sekian tangan aku lebih memilih menggenggammu. Dari sekian jauh kerinduan aku lebih memilih memendamkannya di balik kertas usang.
Hingga, pada suatu malam aku bertanya pada isi kepalaku sendiri tanpa campur tangan hati yang tertumbuk. Mengapa kau masih bertahan pada pilihan yang telah memilih pilihan lain?
Bisakah kau membantuku untuk menjawab? Bisakah?