Thursday, January 13, 2011


M and I went for a weekend walk at Crissy Field this past weekend.  Instead of the usual, we actually took a detour to walk the beach out there.  Because of recent weather, it sand was covered with glorious junk and trash washed in from the water.  Both giant and little pieces of driftwood, planks and rusty screws and nails.  It was quite wild and in a moment of rare silence, I imagined that I was a character in the Swiss Family Robinson, looking for tools for survival.  Minus the call-box and pug, of course...

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