I found this man-made wind chime on the beach today, took a million pictures of it, and then begged imthecatman to bring it home with us. In the end, the possibility of parasites living in the seaweed conquered all and I left my sweet beach find behind… :(
P.S. Please take note of the tiny bicycle reflector. Subtle yet so poignant.
This is what sparklers (on the beach) (in broad daylight) in 2011 look like.
California dreamin’
If only my metaphorical sign on the door would read ‘Gone Surfin” instead of ‘Gone Launderin”.
My otha Tumblahs:
Fuck Yeah Central Park
35 (mm)inutes
A Day Late, 100 Yen Short
