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.
The ironwork creates some great angles and lines.
Then these two struggled up the stairs. They were carrying a steel girders but I never really managed to get the best picture of this as I only had my camera sorted as they got to the top of the stairs. (sometimes the best shots are missed!)