In Kraków for a short break we had been making our way to the Oskar Schindler factory which sits alongside the Museum of Contemporary Art.
We chanced upon this painted doorway which certainly catches attention. I knew as soon as I saw it that it would pass the test for inclusion in my photo collection of Closed Openings.
No descriptive words for this one.
Just look at it. Observe. Anything come to mind?
Walking a beach today, we came across a group of stones balanced on top of each other. Not a natural formation and clearly someone had found the time to engage in creative effort. How much time? How much effort?
No doubt it was a meditation of sorts. Picking the right stones and shells to lend structure and support.
The stack looked as if it would topple over at the slightest touch but no…it resisted the incoming waves that washed and frothed around.
I stepped into the foam to get a close-up picture. I thought of other times; childhood, when armed with buckets and spades we sculpted with sand. This seemed the product of maturer effort - a rock castle and moat.
Later we watched as a small flock of turnstones flew down, plumage the colour of the foreshore, and got busy living up to their appellation, flicking over pebbles in search of food. Did the stack look out of place to the birds? Upset their larder?
Not a bit of it, they took it in their glide.
A small stone stack, kinder to the environment than litter or graffiti.
