When the kiddo and I were combing the beach last week we found a non-so-magic carpet washed up at low tide. I considered dragging it home to clean it but dismissed that as a terribly stupid plan. Instead I took a photo:
Today I posted that photo in a livejournal group: found_objects: No magic left here.... and have had much fun reading the feedback! It's such a nice ego boost.
3 comments:
Very cool, in a variety of ways. I never find that kind of thing of the beach -- the best I've found was a whole bunch of Russian pickle jars on the Eastern beach of Fraser Island.
Great photo of the carpet; it almost looks like it belongs there. It brought Clive Barker's Weaveworld to mind, and when I browsed the LJ comments I see I'm not the only one.
I always find the strangest things in my travels which is why I don't like to be without a camera! I'd have loved to have seen the Russian pickle jars.
I shall have to find this Weaverworld novel; I am intrigued.
If memory serves -- and I make no guarantees that it does -- there was a copy at Annabelle's. Your local library would likely have it, though.
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