I have gathered shells
since a little girl.
its a habit,
a ritual I observe
without thinking of it.
a way to bring a little piece
of the sea
home.
(I have even smuggled
them home through customs from overseas.
it seemed worth the risk;
that's how instinctive it is
for me to collect shells...)
I found this treasured set
belonging to someone who took their collecting seriously.
a stocking box filled with matchboxes,
each compartment labeled
by species
place & year.
scattered places
- like Mornington, Middle Park,
Port Fairy (Victoria), Waratah (NSW) and Victor Harbour (SA)
between the years 1952 to 1954 -
dots on a map joined together by a beachcombing bowerbird.
a beautiful story imagined;
perhaps even enough to compose the script to a movie?
I like that idea.
Oh wow. What an incredibly personal find. Apart from the natural beauty of the shells. How wonderful. So satisfying. How are you going? Look forward to following you again this year. Pruxxx
Posted by: Prudence @ Flotsam Friends | Thursday, 24 February 2011 at 06:40 PM
it is truly an amazing piece of history. very sweet and delicate.
Posted by: Georgina | Thursday, 24 February 2011 at 09:24 PM
Pru & Georgina - yes, the collection certainly spoke to me, and there was no way I could leave it behind. Thanks for stopping by again and your kind support. K x
Posted by: oldyarns | Monday, 28 February 2011 at 06:59 AM