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The Story Of A Shell

Sometimes the best and most artistic things come in really small packages. This is true for macro photography. Macro photography is the scientific art of taking the very small and making it larger. It effectively uses your camera as a type of microscope.

Often in the world of Macro photography we see impossibly small scenes of insect faces, bulbous eyes of flies or the death stare of the praying mantis. But, the artist doesn’t necessarily require such magnification to make an artistic statement. Often the subject itself presents the artist with a hidden mystery or story.

Often the beauty and structure of a story in nature exists in the smallest items. This month’s feature Shell in Sand shows the majesty of such a shell and the story it presents to us.

Shell in Sand
Shell in Sand

Indeed,  a magnificence found in this shell is the pink undertones and greenish brown highlights contrasted against the cold gray of the sand. Shell colors are determined by the diet of the animal or it’s genes. Often the color of the shell will provide camouflage against hungry predators looking to cut our story short with a rather dramatic ending.

Not just Color

Color in fact only tells part of the story of our shell. The ridges on each raised line reflect the age of the animal that once called this shell home.  It also presents the  mathematical precision used during its creation. The size of the ridges can make the shell look larger and provide structural support for the shell against attack. Was it to scare off potential rivals?

Then the story of our shell continues with the growth of the small barnacles at the edge of the shell. The mystery only deepens as we ponder whether these temporary slackers used the shell as their base before our aquatic friend met his end or after when the shell represented a lifeless husk of a once beautiful corporeal house.

Our story finally comes to the ageless time spent on the bottom of the sea. Drifting with the currents in a haphazardly fashion at the whim of the waves. How long did it sit before a storm at high tide disrupted its slumber and sent it tumbling with the surf only to arrive partially buried in the sand at a place predestined to change its story forever. There it waited patiently for my arrival and a chance to tell its story to my camera and then the world.