Shark Teeth and Other Treasure RIVERRAT PRODUCTIONS 36 TYBEE BEACHCOMBER | AUG 2017 �� Real Estate Video/Photography ����Interior Walk Through Video ����Business Spotlight Video/Photography ����Special Event Video/Photography ����Aerial Family Portraits ����In House Video Editing ����Construction Site Video /Photography ����Large Property/Farm Aerial Survey ����Serving GA, SC, NC, FL, AL, TN ����FAA Licensed Remote Pilot ����General Liability Insurance William Harrell Mobile: 912-414-8418 Email: harrell609@gmail.com 177 Laurel Street Richmond Hill, GA 31124 You get up with the sun, because it’s the only time of day you get to have the beach to yourself in the summer. Dress comfy, clothes meant for bending and meandering, following the edge of the sea. You drive all the way to the very end of the North Beach parking lot and give a nod to the lighthouse before heading over the sand dunes to the beach. Be sure to keep your shadow behind you as you walk the high tide line. It’s easier that way. You search for a shape—triangle, glinting black, shinier than anything else around it, flashing in the light of the sun. Mainly what you find are black shells broken into triangle shapes. You bend, pick them up, know at once you’ve made a mistake, and toss them to the side instead. But sometimes you find what you’re looking for—smooth as marble, eons old—a shark’s tooth. Finding one drives you to find another. Time stretches between each find, but now you know they’re there, so you don’t mind the wait. There are more remaining. Your back aches and the sun is rising higher, heating you a bit much. Sand gnats find your skin and the warm blood beneath, but you search on. There are stunning seashells that are easier to spot, almost screaming at you—scallops tinged pink, tiny whelks, and angel wings fragile as a sand sculpture—but you aren’t looking for those. You want to find the things that are hiding, camouflaged among the debris of the ocean. When the people start coming, and the Bluetooth stereos start singing, and the kids start building their sand castles along your hunting ground, you know it is time to go. You have a small harvest from your search, not even filling the palm of your hand, but every one of them gives you such a thrill to hold, to run your fingers around and wonder about its story, that it doesn’t feel small. It feels like treasure. And you realize, slowly, that it is the hunt, the looking, that is the greatest treasure you found at the ocean’s edge.
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