Well I needed another change of pace, yes I am still up working and no I have not gone to bed yet. I expect to crash really soon. If you try to reach me by phone or e-mail today there is a good chance I'm sleeping off my long hours of editing.
There is the spot in my home town that has turned into a major tourist attraction, and I mean major. It's funny we locals always thought it was kinda a dump. O wait it was a dump. Yep back in the day the city used to dump their garbage right off the cliff and into the ocean. My how we have come a long way as a society.
It's been some time and the water works wonders. Now all of the glass (what hasn't been carried out by people) is weathered and smooth. In various shades of white, green and brown. The pieces are tiny, they used to be bigger, well the big ones used to be easier to find, now it's like hunting for seashells. The old metal parts have molded together and some of them show rust while other stainless steel pieces stay nice and shiny.
Anyway this place is called glass beach. I hadn't been there in years, but thought Ayden would enjoy picking up the weathered glass (he loves rocks and shells). He did love it especially once we went to a less populated area with some bigger pieces.
This is how busy it was when we were down there. I don't remember it like this ever.
Some sealife.
And some of the glass. This big brown piece is one of the few larger pieces we found.
Some more glass, the green is harder to find.
And a bunch of the trash, aka cool textures now.
I think this in an old tranny.
Some stainless steel cable.
how a burned piece of wood looks like it was left yesterday is beyond me. It was bonded into the trash, but still it's looks like we just pulled it out of the fire.
Ayden had fun checking out these little guys.
And on the way out we picked the few ripe blackberries. Most of them however looked like this. O how I miss my fingers turning purple picking blackberries. We would cut the tops off of milk jugs so we had a handled container and picked for what seemed like hours. I remember the Egg Taking Station as the best spot. We'd come home an my mom would make a blackberry cobbler with homemade crust. The crust that crisscrosses on the top. The extra pieces would be put on a cookie sheet (if we didn't eat them raw) and sprinkled with sugar to eat by themselves. I haven't had one of those cobblers in years. There were some berries frozen in the freezer when I was home. I think next time when we go back I might try to make one. I doubt it will be as good, but hey it's worth a try. The flavor of blackberry is still a fav of mine, blackberry jam in particular, but like my old friend Misty said, it's just not the same when they remove the seeds. Try looking, it's almost impossible to find blackberry jam that isn't seedless. Silly.
CA
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