As soon as I started the photo series, I was totally entranced. There were worlds of dazzling design in the abalone shells’ spiraling concave interiors. I might discover an area of delicate veiled dreams or bold drama. I looked at shell after unique shell. Taking closeups and seeing how the camera captured what I saw took on the power of an addiction.
I began to feel the tides the abalone depended upon for all their needs as if this communication had been encoded in the shimmering designs. There were hints of whale song yearning and our planet breathing as it danced with its companion moon.