Whelk Tossed at My Feet
Jogged on Wrightsville Beach this morning. (Stayed at the Blockade Runner last night, between North Carolina Zoo Society luncheon meetings in Greenville yesterday and at the Blockade Runner today - sharing progress reports on the Project:Pachyderms effort with some of our Society friends).
Watched for sea shells as I ran for 30 minutes. Hard to find good ones when there are so many other beach combers, even on a Tuesday morning in November. (There are so many joggers and brisk walkers at Wrightsville, it seems to me!)
Picked up a couple well worn, blackened whelks (they might look nice with some grey and black pottery of Ann's) and one smoothed, white and broken one that still retained much of that species' unique shape.
But then, the ocean delivered a complete, not overly-worn whelk with a shiny brown and white interior, almost at my feet. The three-inch-long whelk's top point was still sharp enough to deliver many pounds per square inch of pain if you squeezed rather gently with thumb pad.
Watched for sea shells as I ran for 30 minutes. Hard to find good ones when there are so many other beach combers, even on a Tuesday morning in November. (There are so many joggers and brisk walkers at Wrightsville, it seems to me!)
Picked up a couple well worn, blackened whelks (they might look nice with some grey and black pottery of Ann's) and one smoothed, white and broken one that still retained much of that species' unique shape.
But then, the ocean delivered a complete, not overly-worn whelk with a shiny brown and white interior, almost at my feet. The three-inch-long whelk's top point was still sharp enough to deliver many pounds per square inch of pain if you squeezed rather gently with thumb pad.
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