This is me picking through rocks down at Ashbridges Bay, Toronto, for beach glass and other interesting finds.
I lost baby ugly at White Cliff Beach near Vancouver B.C. Actually, I set her afloat to become a mermaid one year at a “family” picnic. Not real family, not bio family. My Step dad’s friends. A concoction of alcoholics, thieves, bikers and just out of jailers. They were as close knit as any other woven family.
Those were the highlights of my summers as a kid. Crossing the Lions gate bridge onward to the “far away” beach. Roaming freely on the ocean rocks-fearful the tide would come on fast and we’d be trapped at sea. Amidst a never ending blue neither ending at sky or sea. Bringing home hermit crabs, smoking with my “cousin”. Pondering the drug addled almost adult topless girls making out with their boys.
Always loved the beach….perhaps being a water sign has something to do with it.
Summer is over once again. Throughout the Winter I will be transforming my finds, my precious beach finds, transforming them wondrously into jewelry and sculpture. Humming the still haunting tune of baby uglie’s lullaby.