02/14/2026
Now in Florida for the winter, I have been working on a collection of images of seashells. Here are a few from that series.
Hold one in your hand and you feel both fragility and resilience. What once sheltered a living creature now rests as a keepsake of the ocean’s rhythm. Some spiral inward like a secret, others fan outward like an open hand. Many bear the faint etchings of their journey—weathered edges, tiny holes, or patterns that look almost painted.
Scattered along the sand, seashells become a mosaic of God’s creativity—simple, intricate, and endlessly varied. They invite you to slow down, look closely, and remember that beauty often arrives quietly, carried in on the tide.