Beachcombing
Walking on the beach, on a warm, breezy evening, I hoped for a find – I was thinking perhaps an interesting shell or piece of driftwood – instead, I found this bundle of floats, from what I presume must have been a fishing boat. Their bright colors capture my attention, and hold it as I walk toward the various shaped buoys, which are bound to one another with a thick fishing net.
I cannot help but wonder what happened to the boat to which they were once moored.
