I've always loved sand dollars. I remember when I was younger, if I found one washed up on the beach, I thought I was lucky! Your words are so true, Kim. Amazing that even when no longer alive, a beauty remains... it seems like a metaphor for a life well lived. Hopefully we will all leave a little beauty behind. :)
One of my favorite pieces of my own, was a starfish missing an arm, washed up on the shore. I felt sad, but it was really beautiful at the same time. And I snapped away, of course.