Once I start collecting shells, all suddenly seems right with the world. Countless times, I’ve bent down to inspect such potential treasures. During my time spent living in the South, I combed a good number of beaches and toted my booty home. With that in mind, I give you my photo in response to this week’s photo challenge on texture. In the microcosm of a beach, it’s often possible to get some perspective on the world. I must have walked for over a mile on this stretch near Myrtle Beach, South Carolina thinking of nothing other than the next find. Such a feeling is bliss.