My love affair with the ocean began as a child on the beaches of Puntarenas, Costa Rica. In 2004 I suffered head trauma that effects my short-term memory to this day, but I do remember riding horseback with my older cousins along the shore. The sounds of hooves splashing in the water, along with waves crashing along the rocks, and the smell of the ocean air were the things I looked forward to the most. Playing in the sand, and bringing home seashells that would become my most treasured toys as a young child.
My father tall, and lean his eyes the lagoon blue of the ocean; would place conches against my small ear at bedtime so that I could hear the sounds I fell in love with. My father was an American, a POW from WWII, upon returning home to the states he traveled and spent much time in Central and South America. He met my mother, a dark and exotic server at a local restaurant in Costa Rica and fell in love. After they exchanged their vows, he spent the next five years in various locals in Costa Rica before returning with his wife and daughter to Southern California. Where I was raised and my love for the ocean continued. The beaches much more crowded than what I had been introduced to. The feel of crisp ocean air, and the warmth of the sun on my skin were less frequent; but nonetheless were what I looked forward to.
Today those beaches in Puntarenas are a far cry from what I remember as a child. The fishing industry and tourism has taken its toll. I have included some informative material about the effects of plastic on our coastline inEcology of Marine Debris. I also have included links to Artists who have devoted their work in the recycling of this debris in creating whimsical works of Art.
May peace and prosperity greet you at every corner.
I took my pommie/Chihuahua Emmillee to visit her brother Yori well they’re not really related but they think they are. It’s amazing really I couldn’t help but take a picture. It turned into an excercise in negative space.