Saturday, March 13, 2010

My husband's Love Muscle

While we were at Chesterman Beach, on our trip to the beautiful Wickaninnish Inn,  my husband showed me a Love Muscle.

The beach was fairly deserted, not a soul nearby, and he took me behind the driftwood to show it to me.  You'd think that after 25 years of marriage that the novelty would have worn off, but he still likes to surprise me with exciting sights at odd times.

It was a beautiful thing, glistening softly in the pale winter light.  From a certain vantage point, there was a heart-shaped aspect to it.

You MUST click on the picture to see the true beauty of it.
By the way, he says it's spelled "Mussel", not Muscle".


More beach pictures next time,
Kathryn : )


Jacqueline Korteland Boller said...

Omigod...not the thing to say to me after two glasses of chardonney

Deborah said...

I want one of those!

You kill me, Kathryn. One of these posts I am going to fall down laughing and hurt myself badly.

Christine said...

Kathryn you crack me up :D

Anonymous said...

Your wit and photography skills never cease to amaze. hugs, viv

Jo said...

Ho, boy ... you had me going there for a moment...! :-)