Looking for perfection you find what you see
In beach combing, I seek the perfect shell, the one that the turning waves have not crushed or left indistinguishable from its origin. The first time I beach combed with Tatjana she picked up shells that had me scratching my head – they were undefinable, smooth, pearl-like stones. She loves them because they show that they have been through a lot to get to the shore – so much the edges have been smoothed to round, the color bleached to opulescent white, and the origins are definitely unknown.
While I’m seeking perfection, she is finding hers.
