Shells on a shelf.

tkscovill ♦ May 20, 2014 ♦ Leave a comment

           Today’s image of simplicity.

I found these pieces on Sandbridge Beach during my two night getaway earlier this month. Broken parts of shells that once were perfectly formed treasures of the sea–solid homes for squishy little creatures, suddenly cast aside in the interest of more space. Then they floated, and floated and rushed up onto the sand only to be sucked back out into the ocean, maybe for months or years. Over time they cracked and splintered and fell apart, losing themselves in the madness of currents and weather change.

They spoke to me. Asked me to save them. So, I put them in my pocket and brought them home with me. I still hear their whispers. Somehow these pieces tell a much more endearing story than the stories of the fresh young unbroken ones.