Friday, September 17, 2010
Seashell Madness
My sister-in-law and I made seashell mobiles from shells that were lying around the house and driftwood she found.

Sea Urchin skeletons



Inspired, we went snorkeling for more booty. I was a coward when it came to this, since the spiky sea urchins freaked me out, and I hated looking in the shells to see if any creature was still occupying it.
We also searched along the beach...
Mixed in with the stones were tiny delicate shells.
I'm overwhelmed (along the sandy shore were small shells every few yards. Here there were thousands.
Most of these are no larger than a centimeter.
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If you listen really hard to this blog post, you can hear the ocean!
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