Scrap Book 13

 These are a bunch of shells that I collected on the beach directly across the water from The Point.  We went kayaking and just started picking up shells and rocks that looked cool. My favorite one is probably the one in the lower right corner, which is a triangular rock with different stripes of color, ranging from red to dark brown to a yellowish shade.  I think, at least for me, I don't usually even think about shells unless I'm at the beach, and so unless I'm involved in that environment, these shells and rocks become insignificant.  However, once at the beach, especially one so filled with rocks and shells (there was little actual sand), it becomes almost natural for me to start skipping rocks, and collecting cool rocks and shells.  These are not art because they are not the result of human craftsmanship.  They are the result of countless years being washed and beaten by the sea and the various shores they have washed upon.  They are certainly beautiful, and may have the capacity to take us away from here, but they are not the tangible manifestation of a creative force working uniquely through an individual human, or group of humans.  However, the fact that these shells and rocks are not art does not take away from the fact that they may be very important to our lives: I do not know as much about climate change as I should like, but it wouldn't seem too far fetched to me to say that such shells and rocks could possibly be indicators of such climate change.