Friday, August 6, 2010

Hudson Beach Combing Part 2: PIGS

Yesterday at sunset I went to one of my beach combing spots along the river, only to find a freshly dumped load of garbage (it hadn't been there 24 hours before).

Plastic kitty litter pans, brooms, shovels, crutches, fast food wrappers, and three bulging bags of household garbage, garbage, garbage.  

By the end of today the tide will have come and gone a few times, taking the crutches and plastic away for boaters to stumble upon.  Birds and animals will have torn open the bags and strewn the stuff around.   In the coming weeks and months wind and water will spread it out some more and it'll all be nicely dispersed.   Maybe someday a soggy piece of junk mail bearing the culprit's name will float to the shore and land on my foot.


  1. We have the same thing here, only instead of the beach the trash gets thrown down the canyon to the creek below the road. It makes me sick.

  2. If you dare poke through and find an address on a thrown out letter I will be happy to gather up the garbage and return it to the door step from whence it came. trasholes !