We used to play a game when we were outside in the playground or outside anywhere else or even inside in a gym hall. It was called ‘statues’. You had to run around madly and when someone shouted you stopped and all stood like a statue in the exact position you had stopped. Then the shouter would walk amongst you and look for a movement, a tremble or a flicker of the eyelid, a stumble. The first one to move was OUT. It usually ended up with someone dissolving into giggles…….
It’s not that easy being a statue !
these amazing stone figures grace the sides of the cathedral in Barcelona
this lot look like they are playing cards but I am not sure….
The shell is always the outside of something. This shell was home to some creature but is now lying on the beach discarded and silent maybe waiting to be washed out with the tide or picked up to add to a child’s collection. Maybe someone even started to collect or the other shell pieces have just crept inside…………….
I love St Pancras station. It is one of my favourite places. I could sit there all day and people watch. I think I nearly have. No two moments are ever the same. Constant travelers. Sitting with a frothy coffee on the table in front of me and discreetly staring (if that is possible) is not a bad way of passing time. Plenty of dramatic angles for photography.