All over the Caribbean are piles of conch – conch graveyards – in spots on various islands. The pile on Anegada is way off of a point that is terribly hard to get to. The one on Stocking Island is right in the water at the edge of the beach, where day trippers pile off of boats to have fresh conch salad. This one is at the Fish Fry on Great Exuma. So many of the conch shells are just gray husks of their former selves, but these few still hold that rich rose shade that we all recognize from conch shells worldwide.


Great Exuma, Bahamas.

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