|My kind of busy|
|Tell-tale kelp line|
|Easy to spot when your eye is in|
|Huggies or Pampers? I didn't look that closely|
|Bag scrap masquerades as withered seagrass|
|Cap to a diner table syrup bottle? Really?|
|Leather shoe sole, tossing in the surf|
- Building material: 3 (1 slat, 2 chunks of asphalt)
- Foam/Styrofoam: 12
- Fishing misc.: 4 (lobster trap bumper, rope, shotgun shell wadding, claw band)
- Food-related plastics: 5 (including label from a lemon)
- Food-related metal/glass: 6
- Non-food/unknown plastics: 12 (inc. grocery store bag, bag scrap, toy beach rake/fork, 2 bits of netting, diaper)
- Cigarette filters/plastics: 8 (1 local, 6 floaters, 1 plastic cigar end)
- Paper/wood: 1
- Misc./unique: 3 (woven plastic sack, packaging from a present, lonely heart note)
This collection included one of the more poignant bits I've found - a note written to "Dear Universe," from a lonely heart looking for Mr. Right. When I found it, it was melting away from the rain. I saved it and brought it back home, which felt right at the time. Now I'm not so sure. Was that note an intrusion on the beach? Or was my taking it home an intrusion on somebody's heartfelt wish? All I know is, I hope her dream comes true.
An annoying find was the label from a lemon.
|*Paramount Citrus, CA Lemon, USA 4958|
Plastic. How can it be that now even every piece of fresh fruit at the supermarket is graced with it? Enough already? Then again, it has been a neat mystery for the past couple weeks -- who brought a lemon to the beach in 40-degree late October, and why?
Moving on to Zone S:
- Building material: 12 (5 fence slats, 1 thin post, 4 chunks of asphalt, 1 bit of brick, 1 bit burned painted wood)
- Foam/Styrofoam: 7 (inc. large chunk of buoy?)
- Fishing misc.: 4 (3 bits of rope, 1 bit of lobster trap coating)
- Food-related plastics: 0
- Food-related metal/glass: 0
- Non-food/unknown plastics: 6 (inc. syrup bottle lid, caution tag)
- Cigarette filters/plastics: 6 (2 local + 4 floaters)
- Paper/wood: 0
- Misc./unique: 4 (leather shoe sole, 3 pcs blue fabric)
The foot traffic of summer is gone; Zone N's numbers have stabilized well below the 200+ bits it had been giving. And it's interesting to see how Zones N & S now start looking so alike. Not surprising. But nice to see a hypothesis blossom: Yes, beachgoers leave a fearsome amount of trash; but the debris that fouls the coasts of southern Maine has a thousand fathers.
The other big thing to note is the recent collapse of cigarette debris. Of course there are fewer people on the beach, thus fewer smokers. But the ones that wash in at high-tide line with their paper worn off -- they're way down too. Why? Only one way to find out. Keep counting, and turn the page...