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...