There’s nothing more magical than finding a shiny shell and knowing you’re the first person to have seen it for 150 million years.”
David Attenborough, talking about hunting for fossils.
My first fossil discovery wasn’t shiny at all, or a shell, but rather the remains of plant life embedded in a rock wall of slate and sandstone. These little pieces of prehistoric matter hold magic within them and have inspired several paintings. With fossilized ‘ammolites’, the mother-of-pearl nacre of certain types of ammonites turns brilliant green, blue, red and gold as it ages. This fossil Ammolite was found in a shop in Banff, Canada, possibly by a friend of mine who once showed me a huge one he had found in the bed of his pick-up truck. My cousin (who may have inherited these same fossil-hunting genes) took me to her favourite fossil-hunting beach in Denmark. Although I didn’t find any I got to see these fossil echinoids collected by a friend of hers, a form of flint. From the patterns on the stones it appears to me that these ancient creatures must be related to modern-day sea urchins.Speaking of fossil-hunting genes I saw these flints piled up in a window in my my dad’s cousin’s house, the one in the centre is a fossil.Fossils in the Prehistoric ‘oddball’ Museum on the Dingle Peninsula in Ireland. Fossil trilobite.Fossil fish.
Some petrified palm tree wood from Myanmar.
More of the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Magical.