Posted by on Feb 1, 2022 | 16 comments

 

I took a snooze while THEY went to breathe the salt air…

Below, the sand writing in the sane:

“This is a beach, not an ashtray” with a sculpture of an shtray.

Well, every now and then we go down to the beach for fresh air (well, THEY go, I wander around my garden and help fertilize), and about once a year there appears a cigar box in which to put an offering for the sand sculptures that an unknown person makes, but we have never seen him!

At least not this year.

Sometimes there is an anthro in the summer who sculpts, but in the dead of winter, this is a first! Such an artist…lifts our spirits.