#245 - Razor Shells

I took this picture a few weeks ago on a rare beach visit. They're not the prettiest shells, I can never visit a beach without bringing home some shells or beautiful sea-worn stones and I have never brought home razor shells before, but at this beach there were so many of them at the tide-line. I found myself arranging them idly as the children dug moats and built castles... lining them up, sharp edges and smooth backs, greys and soft fawns and opalescent whites, quiet lines in the sand...a soothing rhythm of simple shapes and tones.