I had just bought this beautiful Conch shell the day before. I stood barefoot in the surf, camera in hand, with the shell strategically placed to catch both the warm morning light and gentle surf.
As I began taking pictures, a local beachcomber approched and told me that every morning, for 15 years, she had walked this beach (as if it were “her” beach), but had never once seen a shell like the one at my feet.
Initially, I wanted to play along - let her think I'd found this stunning shell - just for fun. Instead, I confessed that I'd found the shell at Alvin's Surf Shop - not in the sand under our feet.
She left, satisfied that such "treasure," treasure for her to find, had not been stolen. I left with a photo and a story rich enough to inspire many wonderful paintings. —Larry Smith