An organization that takes care of final arrangements for Long Islanders who can't send their deceased to Nassau for preparations.
“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.” -Helen Keller
Monday, December 28, 2015
We didn't start the fire
Hypodermics on the shore... Biohazard suits from the sinking of the El Farro and a bale of plastic bottles, likely a float from a Haitian raft wreck. Sad stuff washes ashore.
Jeff's Seaside Sundries
After today's beachcombing Sea Kierst now has new Sketchers shoes, a five year supply of Tide detergent (brought in but the tide), and perhaps a lifetime supply of Axe body wash and deodorants. Sad fact; our oceans and beaches are drowning in plastic crap. It's easy to ignore because touristy beaches are cleaned regularly, but wild beaches like the ones here on Long Island are a different story.
Beach Cobbler
Beach cobbler. I lost my soles while searching for glass floats today. No worries, I found a washed up roll of tape within a few minutes and taped the shoes back together.
Further down the beach we found a selection of neatly paired Mary Janes.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Tidepool Drama
An octopus eating a crab as a goby watches in a tidepool at the southern tip of Long Island, Bahamas.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Sandy and Jeff
Sandy is my mother's borrowed dog. (Actually Atil & April's from down the road.) She comes by every morning for leftovers from the night before. She's nice but a bit of a kleptomaniac. She stole my shoe the first night I was here. My mom found it on the road the next morning.
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