JulieLeung.com: a life told in tidepools

Tuesday we visited the Port Gamble Museum of Shells and Natural History.

A jewel of a town, Victorian homes alongside the sea, north of the Hood Canal Bridge (this picture taken at Sedgwick Park, south of Port Gamble) I plan to return in the summer when it will be even better.

In the seashell museum I remembered a turban shell I had as a child, silver and small, my favorite, one my grandmother bought for me on a trip to the beach.

For a moment in the museum, I was four again, sitting in the back seat of our car on our way home from the beach. My parents were together: my father driving, my mom sitting beside him. I curled my finger inside the shell; it felt safe.