Here's some pics from the couple of days I stayed on Sanibel Island last week, collecting shells like a mad shell collecting thing:


Morning light on the beach. Why Sanibel Island is a beachcomber's paradise.


I got up before dawn--a feat that is astonishing to those who know my not-a-morning-person essence--carrying a little flash light to hunt my intrepid prey under the cover of nightfall. My prey being empty shells--I don't like taking the live ones, even though that's what real collectors go for.


White shores are calling. Two days were not enough.


And all will turn/To silver glass/A light on the water . . .


Why do the white gulls call? Well, sandpiper's really--they prefer text messaging.

From: [identity profile] mechtild.livejournal.com


Lewes? Is that near the beach you mean? It's interesting how different the beaches are, shell-wise, even though they're in a continuous line. Guess it goes to show how different the shore is *under* the water, where we can't see. Well, I should take a look at your photo album again. :)

From: [identity profile] lavendertook.livejournal.com


Lewes I think is a little north of Rehobeth. The beach I have pics up of are a little south of Rehobeth but north of Bethany. Yes, you're right about differences out there, but also slightly different angles of the shoreline itself brings different tides.
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