Some trips to the oceans edge are better than others. This winter I have come to salvage quite a few conchs, not as many as I would have liked but enough to fill a few pages of my Etsy shop. They range from huge "gorilla conchs" as my husband calls them to sweet baby conchs. It's always a thrill to find them, the winter months are the best and the prime pickins are found on the coldest days of the year. We have learned this from years of looking for them. But it is FREEZING COLD when we go and not another soul to be seen. Not so bad when the wind is at your back, but the long walk back to warmth sometimes makes me wonder if it's worth it. Then I get home, clean them up and paint them up and I soon forget all the bitter cold pain.
Don't forget to feed the fish, and follow :)
Around here (beaches in Middletown and Newport RI) I find nothing even close to these fabulous conchs. Tons of Quahogs, and not much else, no matter when I comb the beaches.
ReplyDeleteCan't remember the last time I saw a broken conch up our way!
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I went to the Strathmere Friday night. Only broken conch or whelks, whatever you call them, but even the ones worn by the waves to just the inner spiral are beautiful in their way. I love looking at them. I thought of you and your beautiful painted shells while I was there.
ReplyDeleteG'Day~Thanks for saying hello! Great blog you have.I love the beach, though we are about an hour and fifty min away from one.Love all the shells.I'm going to check out your etsy store!
ReplyDelete~Kim