Yesterday, I started a project for an exhibit at a local visitors center. Often I can use pieces that I’ve already cut, or leftover scraps from old projects, but I realized fairly quickly into work that in this case I was going to need new shells. Since I was basically starting from scratch, I got it into my head to photograph the process; start to finish.
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned; I’m a single mother to three brilliant, wild, curious boys, who have been home with me all summer. Two of them are five, and the third is six; they’re still fairly little, and as such, are never far when I’m working. Luckily, most of what I do can easily accommodate tiny wild people.
So work began, as usual, at the beach!
In between splashing and swimming, the boys helped out by using their toes to feel for quahog shells in the sand.
We swam for less than an hour. It was both rejuvenating and exhausting; sleep has been in short supply, lately, and by the time my sack was heavy with shells, we were all ready to head home.
