Let's Go To The Beach! Let's Go To The Beach!

Marigold and I decided to go to the beach over this last weekend. The beautiful Tybee beach. [Tie-bee, although Millers and/or New Orleanians might pronounce it Ti-bee, and we would not dare correct them.] On the way there Marigold asked which I like better - the Atlantic Ocean or the Pacific. After much brow beating I had to conclude that the Pacific coast is much better than the Atlantic. I think that the presence of industrial man has made a bigger impact on the Atlantic coast in the USA and therefore - ugly. But whether which ocean is actually better than the other? Neither. The Sea of Japan has them both beat, if only for the peaceful lack of whales. So here is Marigold in front of wonderful, natural beauty that is Tybee beach.


And here she is sharing her second hand smoke with our fellow beachgoers.

Do you see the bad-ass look of apathy on her nicotine filled face? She quit smoking a while ago. For me. She reminds me often. So when I left her for the Frenchies, she decided to take her frustrations out with her old friend, fiberglass-laced tobacco. Now that I'm back she feels the need to quit again. I try not be a monster about it. In fact, I barely mention it. Our smoking conversations usually go the same way our leg shaving conversations go. Oh, the twisted mind games I play just so she won't die before me.

Also, I took this Walker Evans-style picture of an abandoned building near the beach. Mine is better than any of his although. Trust me.