Wabi Sabi

Florida, early March.

While the rest of us went hunting for pretty shells and odd rocks, friend Michael followed his own drummer and returned one morning with the carcass of a bike he found up in the dunes near our place.  I thought it looked pretty artsy propped against the stucco wall.

Good thing I took some pictures. Next thing we knew, the bike had vanished.

Perhaps the mermaid who owned it reclaimed her property.