Tuesday, September 06, 2011

After Dancing With Irene ...

Several weeks ago Sven and I walked up LeCount Hollow Beach, as we are wont to do. We like to go as far as the Marconi site, then turn around and walk back. When we had nearly reached our destination, we came upon a whimsical collection of driftwood, arranged like a ship at the foot of the dune. There were even benches to sit on and rest a while. I particularly enjoyed the dummy who stood guard. He was wearing a life vest, with a crushed aluminum can in one pocket. The beachcomber had given him seaweed for hair and a snorkeling mask as a face. Someone spent a lot of time scavenging flotsam and laboring over this creation. The least I could do was take a few photos and share them on this blog.

When we returned this week, Irene had visited the beach and danced off with the guard, whose vest was nowhere in sight. Check out the power of the waves. All that remains is the tallest timber of the ship's mast ...