Recently, Motor Man had occasion to walk on the beach with me for a short length of time.
And during those few minutes, he found his very first shard of sea glass, frosted and worn smooth by the waves. He obliged me by allowing me to take his picture with it when we got home.
This quote I found a few days ago (author unknown) seems appropriate:
You don’t find sea glass: it finds you.
But he says there’s no chance of beachcombing becoming an obsession for him. (Guess one in the family is enough.)
~These Days Of Mine~