Dana and I have been trying to keep ourselves fit by walking down there every day and have our route mapped out: along the sea shore, around the headland, over some stepping stones that divide the sea from a little lagoon, then back home. Sometimes we spot the local sea lion, sometimes we're buzzed by a squadron of hummingbirds, but there's always something new to discover.
Today it was a strange artist's palette that had been stuck on the end of a pole. This is a place of culture, not random vandalism, so I duly moved it and refitted one of the fishing sculptures to be something far more cultivated. I'm very pleased with the results!
The object of art is to give life a shape.
One of the locals seemed impressed.
