The red dots mark the spots! I found thick, lovely oyster shells on the Kill Van Kull and in Newark Bay. They are heavy, rough, but more smooth than fluted. There is no way to tell how old they are, but it is good to hold them and to think they may be coming back.
 | Mary A Whalen on a vintage machine |
 | bluebrightly on bunkers |
 | Christine Van Lenten on bunkers |
 | Rembert on bunkers |
 | Barbara Vischer on bunkers |
 | tugster on southold indian museum |
| Rembert on southold indian museum |
| Barbara Vischer on southold indian museum |
 | leobobmaccom on it was fifty years ago to… |
 | Bonnie K. Aldinger on winter night sky |
 | mageb on winter night sky |
| bluebrightly on winter night sky |
| Barbara Vischer on winter night sky |
| Rembert on winter night sky |
 | Rigmor Lisbeth on winter night sky |
towmasters
tugster
bowsprite– my oyster friends asked that i convey to you their deep appreciation for drawing them INTACT!! ALIVE! so many sites show these almost foodporn images of their kind spread apart, displayed for all to see their innards, nearing the moment of (eek!) being consumed. They said, “bowsprite shows our individuality and that’s great. now show our reef design. trays on ice and seaweedy trays are NOT our habitat. we are more than adductors, hinges, anus, gills, mantle, … and we are sooo proud of our occasional pearls. in fact, tell bowsprite we might just nominate her for a “pearly pal prize” for her work.” love–alice
but Alice! i’m so sorry! I drew them quite dead and not intact: only one of two valves. But do convey to your sensuous chalky friends that I did not eat their porno innards.
So…what’s an aggregates kind of gal like you hanging out with Crassostrea virginicas like these? You’re not loading up on crushed girlfriends, are you?
cherie– if i hang with crushed irlfriends or oyfriends, it is because i ove them . . . we all get crushed and crushes now and then . . . oyster reefs can rebuild then future just like the aggregates i carry team up with cement to build cliffs like yours . . .
I ♥ my oyfriend!
Sketch, but don’t nosh.
“we are more than adductors, hinges, anus, gills, mantle…”
So even oysters perceive themselves as part of the greater mystery. AND they taste good!
I stop at the anus! Give me a good belly anytime!
you know that feeling, when you’re talking to someone and he’s just staring at your gills?
“is that a palps near your hinge, or are you just happy to see me?” said alice, unexpectedly
I expect to see walruses next!
“The time has come,” billcanoe said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–……
And, oh yeah, Crystal ® hot sauce…
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