There is a seashell that lives on my porch.
I'm not sure where he came from.
One day I came home and he had migrated down to the first step, as you see him here.
There are several shells that are usually to be found in a pile, sometimes filled with cigarette butts from the guy upstairs.
I really like the color combo here, and the texture of peeling paint and the surface of the shell.
3 comments:
The picture must have fallen off the stairs... it is not here!
it's baa-aack!
I like it... alot!
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