I just can't help it. I love watching the ocean, smelling the salt air...walking for an hour or so, listening to the gulls and sandpipers chipper and chatter. It's so relaxing and yet energizing at the same time.
I also get a kick out of the Invisible Beach People. The ones that have been there before me, and left casual markers of playful abandon for others to see. This day, someone had made a snowman out of sand, with driftwood for a pipe and shells for buttons. Very cute. I also ran across three miscellaneous altars made from piles of sand, feathers and wood.
All this to say it reminded me of the movie, "Castaway," with Tom Hanks. Remember his soccer ball, "Wilson"? Made from a bloody handprint and some coconut fibers? Creative energy flows on Hammock Beach. I'm thinking seriously of buying soccer balls from thrift stores and making "Wilsons" and leaving them on the beach, to see if they evoke a reaction from other beachcombers such as myself.
After a particularly windy day, or a strong storm, the seaweed gets torn and tossed onto the beach, along with all sorts of flotsom and jetsom from mankind, such as the random high heel or flip-flop, bottle caps, hair ribbons and other trash. Perfect for an artist to work with, if they were so inclined. Personally, I just pick up shells and bits of wood. I'm trying to figure out how to incorporate retreads from the highway shoulders into some sort of art. I have too much thinking on that to do before I can pay attention to human waste products gleaned from the seaweed.
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