Buried buddy


After going through some routine hoops this morning, I pedaled down to the local beach. I began to notice people's beach gear, the still life of beach stuff. Bags, bottles, towels, umbrellas, sandals, and toys, all randomly scattered and grouped in the ubiquitous sandscape. I was studying a nearby arrangement when its owners returned, two young women who looked at me in a way that suggested that I appeared to be studying their belongings. But the cover of sunglasses and an equivocal shift of attitude evoked enough ambiguity to diffuse the moment. Sometimes I'll go out with my camcorder, just for fun, to see what I can see. Like this...