While on the beach in Newport, me and the children collected a lot of shells and rocks. One of our favorite things to do at the beach. We all have our favorite kinds. I always search for perfection - whole shells with beautiful colors, or originality in some way. My boys on the other hand, while it appears that they are carefully selecting shells, they often pick broken shells, or shells that have some kind of (in my eyes) imperfection. Very peculiar. Perhaps even more peculiar is that these broken imperfect shells played beautifully with my pink phlox in a little photo shoot fun.