"Today is a smooth white seashell, hold it close and listen to the beauty of the hours."
These are some seashells that we picked up on some of our many walks along the beach outside our hotel in Puerto Vallarta. We had a long, lovely, white beach - technically in Neuvo Vallarta away from the city. There were not a lot of large, spectacular shells like we saw in the markets (where did those shells come from?) but lots of these small, softly worn shells that had tumbled along the surf from who knew where. On a cold, snowy, blustery day in Calgary, I opened the box that holds these shells. I breathed deeply and got a lungful of sharp, salty, sandy scents and was magically transported back to Paradise. What a treat! Who doesn't have a wonderful memory that includes finding shells on a beach or shore?
Watercolor pencil, and pentel brush pens in Aquabee sketchbook.