Another round of apartment reno/demo is happening. All I can bear to write about it is to say that in the midst of all the grinding&drilling&plasterdustDUSTdust...a sweet gift appeared before mine eyes: a series of photos I took of a few shells I keep on my master bath windowsill. In the stress of moving EVERYTHING out of the breakable way, I grabbed my shells & looked for an empty, safe surface. The only space available, with exception of the oven or stovetop (& I'm being serious) was the weathered wooden box we use as a footrest/coaster in front of the television. I like how these photos turned out, the box looks dark & mysterious, a perfect backdrop for the shell shades of tan, white & grey. I like the mix of unusual shell shapes & the mix of textures: some smooth some jagged...and yes, when I want to play mermaid...these shells are in the bath tub with me (& I'm being serious!) Rubber ducky anyone?