Shells of every kind and shape.
After I took this little jellie's picture I carefully scooted him back into the water, but I think he was already too dried out. They are always fun to see. Ernie saw a large one on his trip to Shell Island, and he said he tried to get a picture of it, but I guess it didn't work. We leave here on Saturday (if that place with the big blue sign with the yellow lettering has my computer back to me....unfixed) and the one thing I will miss from this area is the beach. The sand is a beautiful bright white, and the water clear and blue, and the abundance of shells just blows my mind.