An empty shell, damaged and discarded along with dozens of others. They were found in the melting snow, near the wooden roadbed of an abandoned railroad track. I can only imagine that the warmth of the black ballast and wooden ties drew the snails as winter set in.
the Rail Lands, Toronto
A pair of milestones: This is my 250th post,
and Davina McCall has announced that she's pregnant with her third child.
Congratulations.
3 comments:
i work with shells most days of my life - it is nice to see one unadulterated by my paintbrush!
M, I offer praise for your prose as well as your photo.
Beautiful, imperfection!
Smooch,
The Tart
; )
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