Sunday, October 26, 2008

To Dead Horse Bay

I took my pal J.S. out there and it turned out to a perfect day for banana fish, American oystercatchers, brant geese, and general glassy weirdness on the beach. He picked up so much stuff he had to do triage twice, deciding what wouldn't make it back to the East Village today.
These are pictures of things left on the beach.
Damn, I like a good glass of Floyd!
Atlas Strong Shouldered Mason jar. Glass top. I would have bought it home, but the stuff inside was really, really disturbing: soft, thick, and white with a caramel-colored topping.
Now, I've always thought dolls were creepy...

6 comments:

Amy Elizabeth said...

God, I love glassy weirdness and doll heads.

knithound brooklyn said...

Maybe it was old paint?

M.Thew said...

Now that you mention it, knithound, it did look like old paint.

"hi, i'm ginny branch and i love love." said...

i want the creepy dolls. every last one.

M.Thew said...

Perhaps this calls for a blogger expedition... all we need is a metrocard and low tide.

Brenda from Flatbush said...

Count me in on the Dead Horse Bay blogprowl. All us sickos and our cameras taking pictures of weird crap...then, strip off our latex gloves for a beach picnic...oh, God, I love life in this town.