on the beach today: a little plastic basketball player. I was going to pick him up and keep him, but the incoming tide took him first. Which is fine; he'll wash up on some other beach at low tide and surprise someone else.
Last night while walking Itchy by the bay I came across some trash--beer bottles and tobacco pouches strewn around a plastic bag. I decided I'd pick it up on our way back, and tucked it all into the bag and stuffed an edge of the bag under a log that must've been where the litterers sat. I was thinking it'd be nice, if, for my trouble, I found a nice piece of beach glass, a rare one, turquoise or orange. Most of the beach glass I find is brown, a good portion is clear, and a smaller amount is green. (Which means that Budweiser drinkers litter the most, followed by Miller, and lastly Rolling Rock.)
Just as I was about to leave the beach, there it was: a piece of turquoise beach glass.
I also found, unasked for!, the largest, most perfect Cape May Diamond I've ever seen.
A few years ago, my mother found this piece of driftwood; I found the "bottom."