Some years ago I went into a shell shop in San Diego and found this carrier shell. I had never heard of them before. Immediately this shell became a metaphor of sorts for me. In this shell I see all the people and places that have touched my life. A part of each stays with me and I am forever changed. They decorate my life. Since that time I always look for carrier shells. I once found one that had lived near a volcanic black sand beach and its decorations were all pieces of lava and dark-colored debris from its environment. The tragedy is that many carrier shells die and end up in shell shops because they attached to themselves ornamentation too heavy to carry.