You've seen them, they're everywhere - in the best neighborhoods, in the poorest neighborhoods . . . forever traveling solo, abandoned by the side of the road. How do they usually become separated from their mirror twin? How do they manage to hang from overhead wires, the lucky ones, discarded with their mates - hanging by a shoelace, evenly divided?
Untouched and unmoved - this is exactly how I find them and how I leave them. Aren't they fun?
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Flotsam in the Falklands
On our way to Antarctica, we stopped at Carcass Island in the Falklands. Along with tons of seaweed a blue and white Lost Sole had washed up on the beach where we landed to hike.
On our way to Antarctica, we stopped at Carcass Island in the Falklands. Along with tons of seaweed a blue and white Lost Sole had washed up on the beach where we landed to hike.
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