There is a tendency, when you live a block from a beach, to keep your eyes on the horizon. Especially when the horizon includes snow-capped mountains.
But, as every archaeologist knows, to find treasure you have to look down – and pay attention to what’s on the beach. You might find something special. Like this:
You might even run into this little guy:
Who will remind you that the beach is connected, not just to the city behind it but also to the rest of the world, the world beyond those mountains. This is the story of the things left behind, and the things washed up.
And there is, dare I say it? a sense of excitement in discovering these things. I know they are trash, and in a perfect world they would not be there. You may wish to look for consolation in the receding tide and the deepening sunset.
Whose colours are reflected here:
and also here:
And even here:
It’s a beautiful world.