5:40am. Ft. Bragg, California. I slept in the back of the truck and rose at the serious crack of dawn just to get this picture. You can’t mess around, who knows what beauty is waiting to be found. Funny cuz this beauty is really garbage. Bottles, chandeliers, mixing bowls, tail lights, anything made of glass that was thrown away. Broken into pieces and tossed back and forth over rock and sand for years and years until they wash ashore as little gems. Sea glass. I have jars of the stuff. Collecting it is addicting. I only rise before 8 for estate sales and snow boarding. I’m addicted! Usually you comb the beach finding maybe 1 or 2 pieces but this weekend I hit the mother lode!
This is the story of me, Ft. Bragg and a little bit of Monterrey.