Found the hermit crab on the beach in St. George. They’ll use almost anything for a shell. It turns out that they follow a fashion cycle just like us. As they grow, they get bigger shells. How they choose depends on supply. A few years ago there was a shortage of shells. Good for the shells’ owners. Bad for the hermit crab population. This year a spiky spiral shell was in abundance, so that’s what they were all wearing on St. George Island. Mine, however, shopped on Madison Avenue for her fine urchin skirt.
The beans that make your morning work out right. Without this dark roasted bean, I couldn’t think straight. (That explains a lot.)
What’s your favorite preparation? Black? Milk and sugar? With chocolate? Foam?
Sometimes you feel like you’ve sat somewhere so long you’ll grow barnacles. This ring makes that happen sooner. 3 conchs surround a dozen arthropods in resin.
Played with some more resin and brass plumbing fittings. Dropped some hematite stars and Swarovsky crystals into the resin. Turns out they have the same index of refraction, so the red dots are all you see instead of the facets on the crystals.
The sea biscuit (not the horse, the shell) had the same problem as the pink umbonium shells — it floats. I came back to my resin 8 hours later to find the sea biscuit trying to escape. The red stuff was some sponge that washed ashore. It was velvety red when I found it. Drying in the sun, it got a little dull. The resin brought back the wet color.