We dove for sunken treasure in those clear, blue waters, hoping to find bullion, or rubies, but all we found was a battered old conch shell, which doesn't seem like much, but if you hold it up to your ear you can hear the memory of sun and wind and laughing in the waves, so, if you ask me, I'd say we hit the jackpot.
Archival, acid-free 100% cotton paper.
Low-VOC foamcore backing and protective poly sleeve.
Frames are black-painted wood with glass.
