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12 thoughts on “Wordless Wednesday: Shells on the Wall”
Are these the stucco eating variety?
I’m not sure, other than the stuck on kind.. It reminded of a old toy with suction cups on a wheel that climbed walls
These look more like croissants than shells – was it the wall of a bakery?
When I’m hungry they look like croissants and not sure if bakery was there. In fact if there was I would have found it. It was outside a place called Marbles I-Max theater and kids museum in Raleigh NC
I was thinking the same thing. At first glance I thought it was an avant garde shot of croissants casually scattered on the ground and my mind immediately tried to process the meaning! Very interesting snails…are these “killer snails”?
With all the comments I have got over this, I’m not sure any more. I thought it was art work, but I wouldn’t go by me
Are these some kind of whelk or conch?
No clue whether they were real or man-made. I just thought an interesting subject and clicked
Well, they sure grabbed my attention.
Weird that snails would be on a sunny wall, isn’t it?
I thought of them as snails but thought better to call them shells, yet others thought they were croissants. Maybe when I go back I will try to find out, thanks for your comments
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