Ocean in a Treasure Box

"I wanted to see the lounge one last time. I went down the gangways and arrived at the museum where I had spent so many pleasant and productive hours. I stared at all its wealth, all its treasures, like a man on the eve of his eternal exile, a man departing to return no more. For so many days now, these natural wonders and artistic masterworks had been central to my life, and I was about to leave them behind forever. I wanted to plunge my eyes through the lounge window and into these Atlantic waters, but the panels were hermetically sealed, and a mantle of sheet iron separated me from this ocean with which I was still unfamiliar."

- Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea - 

by Joules Verne

Every time I walk away from the sea I feel like a part of me is just not ready to go. Could it be the reason why we always try to bring something from the beach? A treasure. And a memory.

Some of the memories in my treasure box are really distant and brought from childhood. Some are quite new and exotic. Memories of the sea. Memories of marine life and its traces left on the shore.

Each piece in the Treasure box contains minuscule shells or unusual sand grains and seaweed branches picked in different parts of the world - from Okinawa (Japan), Bali (Indonesia), Florida (US) and Russian Far East coast. 

Each and every item in it is unique and tells it`s own story without words.

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