I never know what will wash ashore after a stormy night or better said, what will wash down the river into the sea. Trees, trash and always bones of some kind of animals. Scary! I don't go into the ocean on days of bones and trash. I do look for treasures and things to inspire, rusty bed springs, lots of rusty bed springs. I don't know what goes on up that river, but do enjoy the bounty. The rusty artifacts will be part of an art piece someday, but for now they sit in my planter as a daily reminder of peaceful wanderings on the ocean of life
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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