We are all Scavengers

Atticus and I were surveying the shrouded beach from our vantage point on top of the dune, when in the near distance we could see a dark figure, a sweeping arm, and hear beep, beep, beep. Atticus was enthralled by the beeping, although any unusual sound will stop him in his tracks, so it is good we were already sitting.

I wondered if the guy was looking for something lost or just looking in general. As I watched, I thought about the Blow Pop wrapper in my bag that I had just found wedged amongst some sand and driftwood. I have no real purpose for it, other than I loved the pop of orange against the sand, and the circle pattern of the design. I love collecting washed up, or forgotten items. Maybe it will be inspiration for a pop of color in my art, or maybe it is the random discoveries that delight me. In the end it will probably end up back in the garbage, ready to begin the cycle all over again.

I guess we are all scavengers of one kind or another.