on one of our outings to the beach near sète, i decided i wanted to gather only shells with holes so i could make a garland. it turned out to be significantly easier than i had anticipated. the beach was scattered with these caramel colored shells, each one peering at me suspiciously through a worn spot on its hinge. i just discovered that the spot is called an umbo. it turned into an afternoon of easy pickings. and the result was several rattling, caramel colored garlands hanging in our doorway.
the day before we left languedoc my husband was invited to spend a day fishing on a small family-owned commercial fishing boat in the mediterranean. the family has fished the same waters six days a week for over fifty years.
these beautiful creatures were the some of the unfortunate bycatch from that day