How elements and time, often unseen, change and shape us, reminding us purpose can create and take many forms.

I came across this piece of sculpted marble, once part of a grand Victorian building which I’m led to believe was bombed in WW2 and ended up being regarded as little more than a lump of rubble.
Dumped on a beach to play a mirror role in helping hold back the ever powerful tide it has been softened and shaped by the very constant it hoped to appease.
There is a little indentation on one side that over the decades has been further carved by nature and now is deeper and softer than ever intended by the craftsman who formed it. The little shallow now resembles some form of collecting pool.