The sky leaden with overcast, dampness in the air and way too windy and frigid for a Floridian, we decide to brave the unwelcome weather, mostly due to our doggie responsibility - to give the family dog some exercise. Our unplanned adventure is a short ride to a beach along the south side of the Gandy Bridge, between Pinellas County and Tampa. Usually, on any given day of blue sky and sunshine the beach is packed with all sorts of colorful individuals, beach paraphernalia and pets romping along the rugged and disheveled shore. However, due to the nip in the air the chances of that occurring is extremely low making a great opportunity for the three of us to enjoy the beach with little to no interruptions. The terrain is fairly rough in spots due to beach goers attempting to rearrange mother nature or altered by mother nature herself. One never knows what one will stumble upon for the unusual findings to be had on this particular stretch of beach forces us to stop, scratch our head and bear bemused expressions on our face. The oddities of human nature surely makes for entertaining escapades. An occasional pelican glides by, low to water’s surface. I wonder how it keeps a straight path of flight with the winds whipping and lashing. Other then the three of us dotting the beach, a large heron invades the personal space of a lone man wade fishing as we walk the shoreline.
Pictures of someone's art among the mangroves.
Further down the beach, sections of mangroves line the shore. Depending on how low or high the tide is one can walk the narrow sandy paths that randomly filter through the mangroves though done so at one’s own risk. Like the dog we wander through, keeping our eyes and ears open to find the usual rusted beer cans and fishing hooks some still attached to the rod and reel mixed among broken beer bottles, remnants of a bonfire and items that only we can assume the story behind each scenario was more good then bad. Other then wondering why some individuals choose to disfigure the landscape with their trash with what appears to be without remorse; we continue to stroll along attempting to pick up and dispose what we are willing to touch without gloves when we are stopped in our tracks once again. This time by an uncommon sight due to the area of exploration.
No signature or mark to indicate who the creator is or how long these creations have decorated the shore we appreciate the diversion. A pleasant welcome we stand to survey, charmed by one’s vivid imagination there among the mangroves. Whoever you are, your art captured our attention and felt it was worth sharing with those who may ever get the opportunity to make way to this no frills beach that has long been known as Beer Can Beach or Redneck Riviera with its sand a little mucky and a tidal-basin murky though always making for an adventurous stroll.
Does anyone know who the artist is?
© 2013 Debra S. Walling
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