This driftwood “house” has been around for weeks on Carmel River State Beach, although it is starting to fall apart. I assume there comes a time when these makeshift structures are unsafe, but I’ve never seen anyone take them apart–they simply disappear.
My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.
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