Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
Not eggshells, seashells. Plenty of ‘em. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. February 2011.>
They say that “She sells sea shells by the sea shore”. Now, I’m no enemy of Capitalistic endeavour – despite what my critics may claim – but I do believe She, whomever She may be really is obligated to clean up after herself.
Look at this mess!