We visited quite a few beaches on our trip. Sadly, we did not get to camp at any, our RV campsites were a bit of a drive, but worth the effort.
At each beach we walked, I was lucky enough to find seashell hearts.
My eyes are drawn to finding possible fairy parts and hearts as I walk the shores. I rarely look for perfect, intact shells, I like the shapes worn by the waves.
Maybe I identify with life’s rough spots and aging honing me into who I have become over time. 
Who wants to be pristine and perfect, anyway?
Those are beautiful analogies at the beach. I imagine it was a deightful trip. I really enjoyed all your photos. I hope you have a wonderful week.