The Modern Era Beachcomber

I mentioned in yesterday's blog entry that the ocean was roily and restless. The waves were high and the surf pounded the beach.

When that happens, beachcombing is at its best. The ocean tosses stuff out of its soupy bowels. In this modern era, what that flotsam and jetsam consists of, is mostly plastic.

In the space of three minutes, I picked up the crap that you see in the picture. You see a couple of pairs of sun glasses, the remains of a Nokia cell phone, an electronic watch that was dying (it couldn't tell the time, but if you pressed the buttons, a couple of pixels would change on the display making an unintelligible pattern).

When I was younger, I read a book by a fellow who spent a year on a deserted Scottish island beach facing the Atlantic in the 1960's. He said that the sea brought him anything and everything from a crate of oranges to tools. No such luck here in the Bahamas. All I get is WalMart stuff that has been beaten up the waves. I suppose that it is the new treasure of the modern era beachcomber.