Exploring the beach on the gulf side of Florida, I walked several miles to see an historic lighthouse at the tip of the island. I had my sketchbook and paint set but nothing to hold water. Looking about I found a seashell with a deep enough well to hold some salt water, and a few other heavier shells to weigh down my paper.
I brought my shells home to West Chicago with me to remember my beach explorations.
I traveled to Florida in early February, this lighthouse building is a historic place on the south end of the island of Boca Grande. I am treasuring my memories now and will not take the privilege of being able to travel for granted. Gratitude for all blessings.
