I love going to the beach every morning looking for shells and I am always hoping it is a slow market low tide, so I would have a big selection of shells to choose from and find my rare and elusive Alphabet Cone, Colorful Natica, or Paper Fig.  Ahead of me, I see someone bending down to pick something up.  My heart sinks and I am afraid that they got to my favorite shell before I did.  I walk over to the same pile of shells, my heart racing now, and behold here is my cone sitting there on the … [Read more...]