I found these two battered, worn, holey and eroded winkle shells on two separate occasions, walking around the bay with Bert. I was attracted by the colours and textures, the patterns created by time and age.
They’d been sitting on my windowsill, among all the other shells, bits of crab claw and sea urchins, for a few weeks. But today I decided to take advantage of the lovely diffused light given by a bit of light cloud covering the sun on what had been a bright and warm morning, and photographed them outside on the front doorstep, on a piece of white paper, while Bert amused himself playing with a ball on the lawn.
I love the natural light. I also think there are lots more shots and angles to be had from these shells, and I think there might well be more to be found too.