My years of walking the beach at White Rock have revealed some strange effects of both nature and art.
These spiral sand sculptures seen a couple of days ago left me wondering. The outside of the perfect shape was as wide as a harrow, but it tapered to nothing in the middle. No footprints or evidence of machine use visible, at least not from the promenade. How was it done?
Another fresh surprise last night at White Rock was a new busker playing a Chinese zither.
Made me think. The world around us is endlessly fascinating. Beautiful, mysterious, and haunting.