by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
Taken June 15, 2008
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Oooh, I really like this; the colors are so vibrant! Lovely 🙂
Oh! Red, never saw one like this…
A totally magnificent seashell, so unusual. Such a master photogrpher was dear Kevin, your beloved son.
Oh this is Gorgeous–I love it, love it, love it!!!
What a beautiful shell… They are like flowers maybe, little presents of nature.
Up close like this, the shell carries some of the qualities of a hand…
Stunningly beautiful! (As a lover of seashells and an old beachcomber by nature, I love this photo!)
Like Anna Mark, I was reminded of a hand. The lighting and colors of the shell and sand are marvelous!