You find both trash and treasure when walking a beach, a street, or a life.
This poignant thought occurred to me today as I walked a beach finding historical remnants of a sunken 100 year old scow resting just off shore.
Waves had tossed parts of the scow onto the beach, showing up as driftwood with rusty nail holes, and once in a while a rusty nail, too, counld be found.
I once found an antique smoking pipe, similar to one displayed in a nearby museum.
Bits of antique pottery and glass wash up on the beach almost daily, reminders of days gone by.
All this makes a walk on the beach an adventure as well as a way to relax with the usual beauty found there - lake waters softly lapping a sandy beach framed with tall grasses.
Still, as with everything - a downside.
There always are the careless insensitve humans who toss trash from their boats.
It washes up on shore to diminish the best of the beach.
Beach walkers, too, litter the shoreline, contaminating a pristine site.
This scenario reflects life on this earth in general as careless, insensitive souls damage a world full of peaceful, productive potential.
Only the steadfast strength and courage of those who respect life can save it for themselves and for those who follow in years yet to come.