and the junk I must leave behind for future archeologists, like this portable typewriter
and this extreeeemly heavy rusty bucket of railroad spikes.
which was buried deep down in the sand when I discovered it.
Of all my metal finds, my favorite things are these little mystery trinkets:
which appear to be once-molten bits of aluminum (though they feel heavier than aluminum). Some of them have a sort of liquidy, art nouveau feel to them. (click to enlarge)
I like to pretend the one pictured at right here
was perhaps once a tiny pocket saint carried off to sea with some WWII sailor, and found its way back up the Hudson over the years.
