These are just a few of the reasons I love North Carolina's OBX. Something interesting always washes up. One October, in the wake of Hurricane Isabel, we counted 7 older beach shacks that had been claimed by the waves. A couple of years ago, while on a lengthy beach stroll, I almost stumbled over the carcass of a rather large sea creature. No one knew the origin of this critter, but its rib cage measured about 8 feet around.
And, of course, last Halloween during a beach stroll I came upon this gem. But winners like the Chamber Nautilus are few and far between on the OBX; no jetties guard the shores & the Atlantic is an untamed mistress.
Because bits & pieces are much more common on these golden beaches than full-fledged shell-shop finds, My Peeps & I have turned OBX shelling into an art form. Can't find a shell a la Florida? Look for pieces with funky patterns, seaweed that exudes soul or a color not usually found in Mother Nature.
Here we have a random collection pulled from Mrs. Scribe's pockets Sunday. A couple clam shells, part of a razor clam shell, some seagrass that appears to be doing an arabesque, a run-of-the-mill oyster shell. But take a gander at the little piece toward the bottom of the shot.
Yes, it's purple. I only found one of these gems yesterday, but trust me...they're everywhere. I've got a couple of big jars overflowing with the Color Purple at my house. I'll be out scouring the scorching sands of the OBX today, too. It's supposed to be 95 degrees in the shade. And, of course, there's no shade out here. Just miles & miles of artistic detrious.