Sunday, March 13, 2011

Stormy Sunday

I can't figure out what's happened to the dense beds of shell and rock (with glass mixed in). This afternoon I walked all the way down to Santiago looking for them. I thought maybe they had crept down the beach. But apparently the ocean has swallowed them back up.

I didn't find much glass at all. But isn't that a great piece of dirty old beat-up metal with the hole drilled through it? Oh ... maybe it's a weight–it's heavier than it looks. I want to make a necklace out of it using a silver ring and a black cord, and wear it with a little black cocktail dress.

Then ... I got all the way up to the north end of my walk, and it started raining in sheets.