shells. shells.

you know. the shells on sanibel. are insane. absolutely insane. you can't walk a foot without stumbling over some beautiful perfect shell.


i love getting up early and going shelling here. people are stooped over, picking up shells. putting them in their bucket or bag. i've been out with little two and m-i-l. and by myself. it's a solitary kind of routine. there's not much talking. just looking. and ooh and aahing.


it's a good way to start a morning. and end a day.