Oysters on rocks, Karaka Bay, NZ
Pacific oysters, both whole and broken, pale and with jagged edges, cling to tidal rocks.
Like barnacles and limpets, oysters signify tenacity to me; holding firm against the elements, whether submerged or exposed to the sun.
The reward of eating the delicious molluscs comes with hard work in opening them, and risk of being cut in the process.
I have a love/hate relationship with the creatures – I love the taste and will eat them every which way, but have had my feet painfully slashed by their shells on a number of occasions whilst swimming at my favourite local spots.
They are just difficult, I suppose, as their own survival and life is difficult.
Hmm, I can think of some people I know like that….