That is a cool pearl. I hope it's not AI generated.
When my grandparents fished with long strings for clams on the Wabash River in Indiana in the 1920s, they came home with several black pearls that they passed on to my mother. They weren't all that beautiful, but some maybe worth some money. Perhaps my sister has them.
Why the clams? Before there was plastic, many buttons were made from the Mother of Pearl from inside clam shells.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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When my grandparents fished with long strings for clams on the Wabash River in Indiana in the 1920s, they came home with several black pearls that they passed on to my mother. They weren't all that beautiful, but some maybe worth some money. Perhaps my sister has them.
Why the clams? Before there was plastic, many buttons were made from the Mother of Pearl from inside clam shells.
Ron